COL.  GEORGE  WASHINGTON  FLOWERS 
MEMORIAL  COLLECTION 


DUKE  UNIVERSITY  LIBRARY 
DURHAM,  N.  C. 


PRESENTED  BY 

W.  W.  FLOWERS 


DION'S  HYMNS, 

FOB  THE  USE  OF  THE  ORIGINAL 

*3PiO  baptist 

OF  NORTH  CAROLINA, 

)r  the  Saints  of  all  Denominations. 

COMPILED  FROM  VARIOUS  AUTHORS  ET 

TS  K.  HEAKtf,  JOSEPH  S.  BELL 
and  JESSE  KANDOLPH. 

I  "Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
I   Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hills."—  Watts. 


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Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  t 
1854,  by  Eufus  K.  Heakn,  Joseph  S.  Bell,  an 
Randolph,  in  the  Clerk's  office  of  the  Distri< 
of  the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


Nichols,  Gorman  &  Neathery,  Printers,  Rale 


Hymn  Book  in  use  among  the  Original  Frcr-- 
aptists  of  North  Carolina  being  defective  in 
respects,  at  the  solicitations  of  many  of  our 
•rs  and  brethren,  the  undersigned  have  maHr- 
owing  Compilation.  We  present  this  work  to 
prch  anil  the  Public,  hoping  it  may  supply  the 
.cy  which  has  so  long  existed, 
yive  many  regrets  that  the  necessarily  con- 
Jiraits  of  this  volume  prevented  the  insertion 
"any  valuable  Hynms  and  Songs,  and*we  must 
iour  brethren  not  to  feel  disappointed  if  they 
find  their  favorite.  We  selected  such  as  we 
;  most  suitable  for  pubHc,  private,  and  social 

■r  M  y 

ype  the  bleedings  of  God  will  accompany  it,  and 
nay  be  a  means  of  promoting  the  Redeemer'? 
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RUFTTS  K.  HEARN, 
JOSEPH  S.  BELL, 
JESSE  RANDOLPH,  , 


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RECOMMENDATION. 

Having  examined  the  collection  of  Hymns 
and  Songs  compiled  by  brethren  Rufus  K. 
Hearn,  Josefh  S.  Bell,  and  Jesse  Ran- 
dolph, I  earnestly  recommend  it  to  our 
connection  as  the  Book  we  have  so  long 
needed. 

JAMES  MOORE. 


HYMNS 

FOR  PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


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S.  M. — C.  Wesley. 


1  Father,  in  whom  we  live, 

In  whom  we  are  and  move, 
The  glory,  power,  and  praise  receive, 
Of  thy  creating  love. 

2  Let  all  the  angel  throng 

Give  thanks  to  God,  on  high, 
While  earth  repeats  the  joyful  song, 
And  echoes  through  the  sky. 

3  Incarnate  Deity, 

Let  all  the  ransom'd  race 
Render,  in  thanks,  their  lives  to  thee, 
For  thy  redeeming  grace : 

4  The  grace  to  sinners  show'd 

Ye  heavenly  choirs  proclaim, 
And  cry,  "  Salvation  to  our  God, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ! " 

5  Spirit  of  holiness, 

Let  all  thy  saints  adore 
Thy  sacred  energy,  and  bless 
Thy  heart-renewing  power. 

G  Not  angel  tongues  can  tell 
Thy  love's  ecstatic  height. 
The  glorious  joy  unspeakable,  t 
The  beatific  sight ! 


HYMNS  FOR 


7  Eternal,  Triune  Lord, 

Let  all  the  hosts  above, 
Let  all  the  sons  of  men,  record. 
And  dwell  upon  thy  love. 

8  When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled 

Before  thy  glorious  face, 
Sing,  all  the  saints  thy  love  hath  n 
Thine  everlasting  praise ! 

C,  M.— C.  Wesley. 
Divine  Excellence. 

1  Hail,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  in  persons  three ; 
Of  thee  we  make  our  joyful  boast, 
Our  songs  we  make  of  thee  ! 

2  Thou  neither  canst  be  felt  nor  seen, 

Thou  art  a  spirit  pure ; 
Thou  from  eternity  hast  been. 
And  always  shalt  endure. 

o  Present  alike  in  every  place, 
Thy  Godhead  we  adore : 
Beyond  the  bounds  of  time  and  spac 
Thou  dwell'st  for  evermore. 

•±  In  wisdom  infinite  thou  art, 

Thine  eye  doth  all  things  sec ; 
And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
Is  fully  known  to  thee. 

o  AVhate'er  thou  wilt,  in  earth  below, 
•Thou  dost  in  heaven  above; 
But  chiefly  we  rejoice  to  know 
Th'  almighty  God  of  love. 


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hou  lov'st  whate'er  thy  hands  have  made, 
Thy  goodness  we  rehearse, 
t  shining  characters  display' d 
Throughout  our  universe. 

ercy,  with  love  and  endless  grace, 
O'er  all  thy  works  doth  reign: 
ut  mostly  thou  delight' st  to  bless 
Thy  favorite  creature,  man. 

rherefore  let  every  creature  give 
To  thee  the  praise  design'd ; 
at  chiefly,  Lord,  the  thanks  receive, 
The  hearts,  of  all  mankind. 

L.  M. — J.  Chandler. 
The  Cross. 
rhile  in  the  agonies  of  death, 
he  Saviour  yields  his  latest  breath, 
re,  too,  will  mount  on  Calv'ry's  height, 
nd  contemplate  the  wondrous  sight ! 

Lamb  of  God,  by  faith  we  see 
ow  all  our  hopes  are  fix'd  on  thee : 
iiy  cross  we  see  ordain' d  by  Heaven, 
or  man  to  look,  and  be  forgiven. 

y  this  thy  saints  to  glory  come ; 
y  this  they  brave  the  martyr's  doom  ; 
.  this  the  surest  proof  we  find 
:  God's  vast  love  to  lost  mankind. 

1  this,  O  Lord,  enthroned  on  high, 
ith  more  than  royal  majesty 
aou  spreadest  forth  thine  arms  abroad, 
ad  callest  all  mankind  to  God. 


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HYMNS  FOR 


5  C)  grant  us  then  to  find  a  place 
Around  the  footstool  of  thy  grace, 
And  there  in  humble  faith  to  stay 
Till  all  our  sins  are  wash'd  away ! 

6  O  banner  of  the  cross,  unfurl' d 

To  shine  with  glory  through  the  world, 
O  may  we  ever  cleave  to  thee, 
And  thou  shalt  our  salvation  be ! 


1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet  V 
Or  thoms  compose  so  rich  a  crown  V 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


1  'Tis  finish'd !  The  Messiah  dies, 
Cut  off  for  sins,  but  not  his  own  ! 
Accomplish'd  is  the  sacrifice, 

The  great  redeeming  work  is  done. 


4 


L.  M. — Watts. 


5 


L.  M. — C.  Wesley. 
« It  is  Finished." 


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2  'Tis  finish' d  !  All  the  debt  is  paid ; 

Justice  divine  is  satisfied  ; 
The  grand  and  full  atonement  made ; 
God  for  a  guilty  world  hath  died. 

3  The  veil  is  rent  in  Christ  alone ; 

The  living-  way  to  heaven  is  seen ; 
The  middle  wall  is  broken  down, 
And  all  mankind  may  enter  in. 

4  The  types  and  figures  are  fulfill' d, 

Exacted  is  the  legal  pain, 
The  precious  promises  are  seal'd ; 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  is  slain. 

5  Saved  from  the  legal  curse  I  am, 
My  Saviour  hangs  on  yonder  tree ; 

See  there  the  meek,  expiring  Lamb  ! 
'Tis  finish' d  !  He  expires  for  me. 

Death,  hell,  and  sin,  are  now  subdued ; 

All  grace  is  now  to  sinners  given ; 
And,  lo  !  I  plead  th'  atoning  blood, 
And  in  thy  right  I  claim  thy  heaven. 

C.  M.— Cowper. 
The  Fountain. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 


10  HYMNS  FOR 

3  Dear  dying-  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

L.  M. — C.  Wesley. 
The  Great  Antetype. 

1  O  thou  whose  off1  ring  on  the  tree 

The  legal  offerings  all  foreshow'd, 
Borrow'd  their  whole  effect  from  thee, 
And  drew  their  virtue  from  thy  blood: 

2  The  blood  of  govts  and  bullocks  slain 

Could  never  for  one  sin  atone; 
To  purge  the  gxulty  offrer's  stain 
Thine  was  the  work,  and  thine  alone. 

3  Vain  in  themselves  their  duties  were, 

Their  services  could  never  please, 
Till  join'd  with  thine,  and  made  to  share 
The  merits  of  thy  righteousness. 

4  Forward  they  cast  a  faithful  look 

On  thy  approaching  sacrifice ; 
And  thence  their  pleasing  savour  took, 
And  rose  accepted  in  the  skies. 


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Those  feeble  types,  and  shadows  old, 

Are  all  in  thee,  the  Truth,  fulfuTd, 
We  in  thy  sacrifice  behold 

The  substance  of  those  rites  reveal' d. 
Thy  meritorious  suff  'rings  past, 

We  see,  by  faith,  to  us  brought  back ; 
And  on  thy  grand  oblation  cast, 

Its  saving  benefits  partake. 

S.  M. — Kelly. 
Resurrection. 

"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed;" 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more ; 
He  lives,  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 

Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 
"  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed ; " 

Then  hell  has  lost  his  prey ; 
With  him  is  ris'n  the  ransom'd  seed, 

To  reign  in  endless  day. 
uThe  Lord  is  risen  indeed;" 

Attending  angels,  hear; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed 

The  joyful  tidings  bear. 
Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 

.  And  strike  each  cheerful  chord ; 
Join  all  ye  bright  celestial  choirs, 

To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

7's— C.  Wesley. 
The  Ascension. 
Hail,  the  day  that  see  Him  rise, 
liavish'd  from  our  wishful  eyes  ! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortal  given, 
Tie-ascends  his  native  heaven. 


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HYMNS  FOR 


2  There  the  pompous  triumph  waits ; 
"  Lift  your. heads,  eternal  gates; 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
Take  the  King-  of  glory  in  ! 

3  Circled  round  with  angel  powers, 
Their  triumphant  Lord,  and  ours, 
Conqu'ror  over  death  and  sin ; 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in  ! 

4  Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves ; 
Though  returning  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 

5  See,  he  lifts  his  hands  above  ! 
See,  he  shows  the  prints  of  love  ! 
Hark,  his  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  his  church  below  ! 

6  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love ; 
Looking  when  thou,  Lord,  shalt  come. 
Looking,  gasping  after  home. 

7  There  we  shall  with  thee  remain 
Partners  of  thy  endless  reign ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Find  our  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee, 

[€)  S.  M. — C.  Wesley. 

Jacob's  ladder. 
1  What  doth  the  Ladder  mean 

Sent  down  from  the  Most  High  ? 
Fasten'd  to  earth  its  foot  is  seen, 
Its  summit  to  the  sky. 


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IS 


2  Lo  !  up  and  down  the  scale 

The  angels  swiftly  move ; 
And  God,  the  great  Invisible, 
Himself,  appears  above. 

3  Jesus  that  Ladder  is, 

The  Incarnate  Deity, 
Partaker  of  celestial  bliss 
And  human  misery. 

4  Sent  from  his  high  abode, 

To  sleeping  mortals  given, 
He  stands,  and  man  unites  to  God, 
And  earth  connects  with  heaven. 

%  |  C.  M. — Watts. 

Stupendous  IiOve. 

1  Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief ; 
He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter' d  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  O  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break ! 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 


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H Y MXS  FOR 


5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 
Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told  ! 

|  L.  M. — C  Wesley. 

"God  Messed  tor  ever." 

1  The  day  of  Christ,  the  day  of  God, 

We  humbly  hope  with  joy  to  see, 
Wash'd  in  the  sanctifying  blood 
Of  an  expiring  Deity. 

2  Who  did  for  us  his  life  resign : 

There  is  no  other  God  but  one ; 
For  all  the  plenitude  divine 
Resides  in  the  Eternal  Son. 

3  Spotless,  sincere,  without  offence, 

O  may  we  to  his  day  remain  ! 
Who  trust  the  blood  of  Christ  to  cleanse 
Our  souls  from  every  sinful  stain. 

4  Lord,  we  believe  the  promise  sure  ! 

The  purchased  Comforter  impart ! 
Apply  thy  blood  to  make  us  pure, 
To  keep  us  pure  in  life  and  heart ! 

5  Then  let  us  see  the  day,  supreme, 

When  none  thy  Godhead  shall  deny  ! 
Thy  sov' reign  majesty  blaspheme, 

Or  count  thee  less  than  the  Most  High. 

G  When  all  who  on  their  God  believe. 
Who  here  thy  last  appearing  love. 
Shall  thy  consummate  joy  receive, 
And  see  thy  glorious  face  above. 


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S.  M. — Montgomery. 
Pentecost. 


1  Lord  G  od  the  Holy  Ghost, 

In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  thy  power ! 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fii 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

6  Spirit  of  truth,  be  thou 

In  life  and  death  our  guide ; 
O  spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified ! 


1  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too ; 
God  is  my  strength ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 


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C.  M. — Watts. 
Psalm  xxvii. 


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HYMNS  FOR 


2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, 

O  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints. 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  request, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still ; 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 

There  may  his  children  hide ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  rifted  high, 

Above  my  foes  around ; 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 

15  S.  M. — Watts. 

Psalm  xlviii. 

1  Far  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  let  Judah  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
Compass  and  view  the  holy  ground. 
And  mark  the  building  well. 


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4  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
-   The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eye 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die : 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  beloAV, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

16  c-  M. — Watts. 

Psalm  exxii. 

1  How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear, 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
' '  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ! 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints, 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble,  and  rejoice ! 
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HYMNS  FOR 


5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 


1  "  Go  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord  : 

' '  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive;" 
He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  my  word ; 
He  shall  be  damn'd  who  won't  believe. 

2  "  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known ; 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end : 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands ; 
I  can  destroy  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head ; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode  : 
They  to  the  furthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 


The  Treasure  in  Earthern  Vessels. 

1  How  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  kings ! 
Thy  favors,  how  divine  ! 
The  blessings  which  thy  gospel  brings, 
How  splendidly  they  shine  ! 


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L.  M. — Watts. 
The  Great  Commission. 


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C.  M. — Doddridge. 


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Gold  is  but  dross,  and  gems  but  toys, 
Should  gold  and  gems  compare  ; 

How  mean,  when  set  against  those  joys 
Thy  poorest  servants  share  ! 

Yet  all  these  treasures  of  thy  grace 

Are  lodged  in  urns  of  clay ; 
And  the  weak  sons  of  mortal  race 

Th'  immortal  gifts  convey. 

Feebly  they  lisp  thy  glories  forth, 
Yet  grace  the  victory  gives ; 

Quickly  they  moulder  back  to  earth, 
Yet  still  thy  gospel  lives. 

Such  wonders,  power  divine  effects ; 

Such  trophies  God  can  raise ; 
His  hand,  from  crumbling  dust,  erects 

His  monument  of  praise. 

|  S.  M. —  Wesley. 

Opening  Conference. 

1  And  are  we  yet  alive 

And  see  each  other's  face  ? 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give 

For  his  redeeming  grace  ! 
Preserved  by  power  divine 

To  full  salvation  here, 
Again  in  Jesus'  pfaise  we  join, 

And  in  his  sight  appear. 

2  What  troubles  have  we  seen, 

What  conflicts  have  we  past, 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 
Since  we  assembled  last ; 


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But  out  of  all  the  Lord 
Hath  brought  us  by  his  love ; 

And  still  he  doth  his  help  afford. 
And  hides  our  life  above. 

3  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  his  redeeming  power, 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost. 

Till  we  can  sin  no  more : 
Let  us  take  up  the  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 

So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 

JO  s-  M.— C.  Wesley. 

Closing  Conference. 

1  And  let  our  bodies  part, 

To  different  climes  repair ; 
Inseparably  join'd  in  heart 
The  friends  of  Jesus  are. 

.2  Jesus,  the  corner  stone, 
Did  first  our  hearts  unite, 
And  still  he  keeps  our  spirits  one. 
Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 

3  O  let  us  still  proceed 

In  Jesus'  work  below ; 
And  following  our  triumphant  Head, 
To  further  conquest  go. 

4  The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  his  lab'rors  lies ; 
And  lo  !  we  see  the  vast  reward 
Which  waits  us  in  the  skies. 


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5  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  ascend, 
That  haven  of  repose  to  find. 
Where  all  our  labours  end  ! 

6  Where  all  our  toils  are  o'er, 

Our  suff 'ring-  and  our  pain : 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore 
Shall  never  part  again. 

7  O  happy,  happy  place, 

Where  saints  and  angels  meet ! 
There  we  shall  see  each  other's  face, 
And  all  our  brethren  greet. 

8  The  church  of  the  first-born, 

We  shall  with  them  be  blest, 
And,  crown'd  with  endless  joy,  return 
To  our  eternal  rest. 

9  With  joy  we  shall  behold, 

In  yonder  bless' d  abode, 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 
And  all  the  saints  of  God. 

10  Abr'am  and  Isaac,  there, 

And  Jacob,  shall  receive 
The  foll'wers  of  their  faith  and  prayer, 
Who  now  in  bodies  live. 

1 1  We  shall  our  time  beneath 

Live  out  in  cheerful  hope, 
And  fearless  pass  the  vale  of  death. 
And'gain  the  mountain  top. 


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12  To  gather  home  his  own 

God  shall  his  angels  send, 
And  bid  our  bliss,  on  earth  begun, 
In  deathless  triumph  end. 

G's  and  8's — C.  Wesley. 
The  year  of  Jubilee. 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom' d  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

o  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption,  through  his  blood. 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  bless'd  in  Jesus  live ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 


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5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Eeceive  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom' d  sinners,  home. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

The  Hearty  Welcome. 

1  Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast ; 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest ; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

'J  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call; 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 
Come,  all  the  world !  come,  sinners  thou  ! 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

S  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  opprest, 
Ye  restless  wand'rers  after  rest, 
Ye  poor  and  maim'd,  and  halt  and  blind. 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message,  as  from  God  receive : 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live : 
O  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain ! 


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5  See  hiin  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious  bleeding  sacrifice ! 
His  offer' d  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  saved  by  grace  ! 

23  <irs) 

1  How  happy,  how  joyful,  how  loving  I  feel, 

I  want  to  feel  more  love,  yea,  more  love  and  zeal, 
I  want  my  love  perfect,  I  want  my  love  pure. 
That  all  things  with  patience  I  well  may  endure. 

2  I  want  to  be  little,  more  simple,  more  mild, 

More  like  my  bless'd  Master,  and  more  like  a  child, 
More  watchful,  moro  prayerful,  more  lowly  in  mind, 
More  thankful,  more  gentle,  more  loving  and  kind. 

3  I  want  to  have  wisdom  that  comes  from  above ; 

I  want  my  heart  fill'd  with  the  purest  of  love ; 
I  want  my  faith  stronger,  my  anchor,  hope,  sure, 
And  like  a  good  soldier,  a  faith  to  endure. 

4  I  want  to  be  stripp'd  of  all  vain  human  pride; 
All  malice  and  anger  I  would  lay  aside ; 
From  sin  and  from  bondage  I  want  to  be  free, 
And  live,  my  dear  Saviour,  live  only  like  thee. 

5  My  treasure  in  heaven  I  want  to  lay  up, 
Where  nothing  will  enter  to  rust  or  corrupt ; 
Where  no  thief  or  robber  will  venture  or  dare, 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  I  want  to  be  there. 

(3  My  miion  I  want  with  the  Father  and  Son, 
I  want  that  completed  which  grace  hath  begun, 
With  love  and  sweet  union,  that  soothes  every  care, 
And  with  my  dear  brethren  all  burdens  to  bear. 


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7  When  time  is  no  more,  then  from  earth  we'll  remove, 
To  dwell  in  the  region  of  pure  light  and  love, 
With  Jesus,  our  Saviour,  and  all  holy  men, 
We'll  sing  hallelujahs  forever,  amen. 


Come,  ye  Disconsolate. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 

Come,  to  God's  altar  fervently  kneel,  [guish, 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  an- 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name,  saying 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Go,  ask  the  infidel  what  boon  he  brings  us: 

What  charm  for  aching  hearts  he  can  reveal. 
Sweet  as  the  heavenly  promise  Hope  brings  us, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  God  cannot  heal. 

C-  M-— °'  Wrs7r'J- 
Before  Evening  Sermon. 

1  Thou  son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes 

Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  evening  sacrifice 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

2  "We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 

And  think  ourselves  sincere : 
But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshipper  ? 

3  Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not, 

Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee ; 
A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 


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4  Convince  him  now  of  unbelief, 

His  desp'rate  state  explain ; 
And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief. 
And  penitential  pain. 

5  Speak  with  that  voice  that  wakes  the  dead. 

And  bid  the  sleeper  rise ; 
And  bid  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

6  Extort  the  cry,  "  What  must  be  done 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ?  " 
How  shall  a  trembling  sinner  shun 
That  endless  misery  *? 

7  "  I  must  this  instant  now  begin 

Out  of  my  sleep  to  wake, 
And  turn  to  God,  and  every  sin 
Continually  forsake : 

8  "I  must  for  faith  incessant  cry, 

And  wrestle,  Lord,  with  thee ; 
I  must  be  born  again,  or  die 
To  all  eternity!" 

26  c-  — Nod. 

Hope  in  Trouble. 

1  When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last, 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murm'iing  thoughts  arise 

And  dread  a  Father's  will; 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies. 
And  would  not  suffer  still : — 


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3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
#   And  longs  her  eagles1  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight : — 

4  It  is  that  hope  with  ardor  glows. 

To  see  Him  face  to  face ; 
"Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 
Sufficient  art  to  trace. 

5  O  let  me  wing  my  hallow'd  flight 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night, 
3Iy  Saviour's  bliss  to  share  ! 

C.  M. — G.  Wesley. 
Pleadings. 

1  Jesus,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord, 

The  weary  sinners'  friend; 
Come  to  my  help,  pronounce  the  word, 
And  bid  my  troubles  end. 

2  Deliv'rance  to  my  soul  proclaim, 

And  life  and  liberty ; 
Shed  forth  the  virtue  of  thy  name, 
And  Jesus  prove  to  me ! 

o  Faith  to  be  heai'd  thou  know'st  I  have, 
For  thou  that  hast  given. 
Thou  canst,  thou  wilt,  the  sinner  save, 
And  make  me  meet  for  heaven. 

4  Thou  canst  o'ercome  this  heart  of  mine; 
Thou  wilt  victorious  prove : 
For  everlasting  strength  is  thine, 
And  everlasting  love. 


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5  Thy  powerful  Spirit  shall  subdue 

Unconquerable  sin ; 
Cleanse  this  foul  heart,  and  make  it  new, 
And  write  thy  law  within. 

6  Bound  down  with  twice  ten  thousand  ties, 

Yet  let  me  hear  thy  call, 
My  soul  in  confidence  shall  rise, 
Shall  rise  and  break  through  alL 

7  Speak,  and  the  deaf  shall  hear  thy  voice ; 

The  blind  his  sight  receive ; 
The  dumb,  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
The  heart  of  stone  believe. 

8  The  Ethiop  then  shall  change  his  skin ; 

The  dead  shall  feel  thy  power ; 
The  loathsome  leper  shall  be  clean, 
And  I  shall  sin  no  more 

28  C.  M. — WiUicms. 

"My  meditation  of  Him  shall  be  sweet." 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still' d ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow1  d, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  How'd, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see ; 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 


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4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  pray'r. 

5  When  gladness  wings  the  f  avour'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign' d  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

0  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gath'ring  storm  shall  see. 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear — 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

^Jfj&  C.  M.- Watts. 

Surrendering  at  the  Cross. 

1  Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2.  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in ; 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin ! 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 


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5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

C.  M. — Newton. 
The  Effort. 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy -seat, 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  prest, 
By  wars  without  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  jest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side,* 
I  may  my  tierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him  thou  hast  died. 

5  O,  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  his  gracious  name. 

G  ' '  Poor  tempest-tossed  soul  be  still, 
My  promis'd  grace  receive ! " 
'Tis  Jesus  speaks — I  must,  I  will, 
I  can,  I  do  believe. 


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31  L.  M. — Cermick. 

<k  I  am  the  Way." 

F*  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  Kind's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn' d  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  sav'd  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

5  Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou  bless'd  Lamb. 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am ; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

G  Then  will  I  tell,  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God  ! !' 

Ts.—C.  Wesley. 
1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 
^Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
"While  the  tempest  still  is  high 


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Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  ! 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring. 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want; 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

1  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False,  and  full  of  sin,  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found. 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

3Iake  and  keep  me  pure  within  : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

33      six  8's-_  °  we*u!i- 

Wrestling  Jacob. 

1  Come,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown. 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see, 


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My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  am  left  alone  with  thee : 
"VYith  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 

2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am ; 

My  sin  and  misery  declare ; 
Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my  name, 

Look  on  thy  hands  and  read  it  there : 
But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou  V 
Tell  me  thy  name  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to«get  free, 

I  never  will  unloose  my  hold, 
Art  thou  the  man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

4  Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 

Thy  new,  unutterable  name  ? 
Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  thee,  tell; 

To  know  it  now,  resolved  I  am  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

5  What  though  my  shrinking  nesh  complain 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long  ? 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain : 

When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong ! 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  thee,  God-man,  prevail ! 

6  My  strength  is  gone,  my  nature  dies, 

I  sink  beneath  thy  weighty  hand ; 
Fainb,  to  revive,  and  fall,  to  rise ; 

I  fall,  and  yet  by  faith  I  stand ; 
I  stand,  and  will  not  let  thee  go 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 


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C.  VL—Qavper. 

The  Backslider's  Prayer. 

1  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

0  W  hat  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd, 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
T  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast, 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 
G  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

\&  V&.—Cowper. 

L«ove  to  the  Saviour. 

1  Hark  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord ! 

'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ! 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee  : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'et  thou  me  ?" 


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2  *4 1  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 

And,  when  bleeding-,  heal'd  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee,  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  toward, the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be  : 

Yet  I  will  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above. 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  u  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon. 
When  the  work  of  faith  is  done, 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore : 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 

Perfect  Purification. 

1  For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin ; 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 


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3  Wash  me,  and  mako  me  thus  thine  own  ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve, 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

1  Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 

To  all  thy  people  known ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone  : 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fix'd  on  things  above; 
Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire. 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in  ! 
Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow. 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin  ! 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove ; 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  sabbath  of  thy  love. 
3^  Tn—C.  Wetley. 

"  Christ  Llvelh  In  me." 

1  Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb, 
In  thy  gracious  hands  I  am ; 
Make  me.  Saviour,  what  thou  art, 
Live  thyself  within  my  heart. 


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2  I  shall  then  show  forth  thy  praise, 
Serve  thee  all  my  happy  days, 
Then  the  world  shall  always  see 
Christ,  the  holy  Child,  in  me. 

C  M.-G  Wesley. 

Praying  for  a  Holy  Heart. 

1  O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 

A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy-  blood 
So  freely  spilt  for  me  ! — 

2  A  heart  resign' d,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne, — 
"Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
AVhere  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

o  O  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart. 
Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within : 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 
And  full  of  love  divine ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, — 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 
40      10'a  5's  and  ll's.— C.  Wefey. 

The  Pilgrimage. 
1  Come  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 
With  vigor  arise, 
And  press  to  o\ir  permanent  place  in  the  skies. 
Of  heavenly  birth,  though  wand'ring  on  earth, 

This  is  not  our  place, 
But  strangers  and  pilgrims  ourselves  we  confess. 


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"2  At  Jesus'  call  we  gave  up  all; 

And  BtLU  wc  1'orego, 
For  ferns'  sake,  our  enjoyments  below; 
No  longing  we  find  for  the  country  behind ; 

But  onward  we  move, 
And  still  wc  are  seeking  a  country  above — 
o  A  country  of  joy,  without  auy  alloy, 

We  thither  repair: 
Our  hearts  aud  our  treasure  already  are  there, 
We  march  hand  in  hand  to  Immanucl's  laud; 

No  matter  what  cheer 
We  meet  with  on  earth,  for  eternity's  near! 
4  'Die  rougher  our  way,  the  shorter  our  stay; 

The  tempests  that  rise 
Shall  gloriously  hurry  our  souls  to  the  skies, 
The  fiercer  the  blast,  the  sooner  'tis  past; 

The  troubles  that  come, 
Shall  come  to  our  rescue,  and  hasten  ua  homo. 


The  Pilgrim's  Sons* 

1  Children  of  the  heavenly  King1, 
As  we  journey  let  us  sing- ; 

Sing  our  Saviours  worthy  praise. 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  traveling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  our  fathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  O  ye  banished  seed,  be  glad ! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made : 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 


7's. — Cennick. 


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•1  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son, 
Bids  us,  undismay'd,  go  on. 

5  Lord  !  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below : 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

4^        7'8  6'8  aud         C.  Wesley. 

Only  Jesus. 

1  Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu, 

With  all  of  creature  good ! 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  rne  with  his  blood  ! 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego, 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain, 

'Tis  all  but  vanity : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died  | 
Only  J esus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

3  Here  will  I  set  up  my  rest ; 

My  fluctuating  heart 
From  the  haven  of  his  breast 
Shall  never  more  depart : 


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Whither  should  a  sinner  go  V 

His  wounds  for  me  stand  open  wide  : 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified. 

4  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end ; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

5  O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove,  [height, 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the 

And  depth,  of  Jesus'  love  ! 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied ! 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

Ajid  Jesus  crucified ! 

|_3  L  M. — Hart. 

Prayer. 

1  Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey 

The  blessings  God  designs  to  give : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray ; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fears  diBmay ; 
If  guilt  dejects;  if  sin  distress;— 
In  eyery  case,  still  watch  and  pray, 


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3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's  weak : 
Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lame, 
Pray  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak : 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

i  Depend  on  him;  thou  canst  not  fail; 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not ;  his  merits  must  prevail : 
Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

8.  M. — C.  Wesley. 

"Prajlng  always,  with  all  Prayer." 

1  To  God  your  every  want 

In  instant  prayer  display  : 
Pray  always ;  pray,  and  never  faint ; 
Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray. 

2  In  fellowship, — alone, — 

To  God,  with  faith,  draAV  near : 
Approach  his  courts,  besiege  his  throne 
With  all  the  power  of  prayer : 

3  Go  to  his  temple,  go, 

Nor  from  his  altar  move : 
Let  every  house  his  worship  know, 
And  every  heart  his  love. 

4  To  God  your  spirits  dart ; 

Your  souls  in  words  declare ; 
Or  groan  to  him  who  reads  the  heart, 
Th'  unutterable  prayer. 

o  His  mercy  now  implore  ; 

And  now  show  forth  his  praise ; 
In  shouts,  or  silent,  adore 
His  miracles  of  grace, 


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G  Pour  out  your  souls  to  God, 

And  bow  them,  with  your  kuees ; 
And  spread  your  hearts  and  hands  abroad , 
And  pray  for  Zion's  peace. 
7  Your  guides  and  brethren  bear 
Forever  on  your  mind ; 
Extend  the  arms  of  mighty  prayer, 
In  grasping  all  mankind. 


1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky ; 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil  : 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  master's  will ! 
o  A  rm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And,  0  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give  ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
Arid  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 


1  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known : 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
While  ye  surround  his  throne. 


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Rejoicing  in  God. 


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2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banish'd  from  the  place  ! 
Religion  never  was  design' d 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

0  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  servants  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

1  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  surveys, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  calms  the  roaring  seas. 
5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love, 
He  will  send  down  his  heav'nly  powers 

To  carry  us  above. 
G  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace. 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in ; 

7  Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

8  The  men  of  grace  have  found, 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruit  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow : 

9  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 


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10  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ;  (ground 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

8's  and  l'p.—R.  Robinson. 
Gratitude. 

1  Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace : 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  iix'd  upon  it; 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love  ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer, 

Hither,  by  thy  help,  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious'  blood  ! 

1}  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  goodness,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ! 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


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Discipline. 


1  My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou, 
To  thee,  lo,  now  my  soul  I  bow ; 

I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my^life's  short  day, 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 

5  My  sufFring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more ; 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  soar  away ; 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 


1  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Oui  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 

Still  may  we  dwell  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 


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3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood. 

Or  Earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages,  in  thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  cares  and  fears, 
Are  carried  downward  by  the  Hood, 
And  lost  in  following  years. 

G  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

7  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come ; 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 
Aud  our  perpetual  home. 

The  Day  of  Judgment. 

1  And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 

And  answer  in  that  day 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 
And  every  word  I  say  ? 

2  Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 

Shall  shortly  be  made  known, 
And  I  receive  my  just  deserts 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 


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3  How  careful,  then,  ought  I  to  live  ! 

With  what  religious  fear ! 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 
For  my  behaviour  here  ! 

4  Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

The  watchful  power  bestow; 
So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  da 

5  If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near ! 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 

>  J  L.  :>L— C.  Wesley. 

The  Last  Day. 

1  The  great  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

(While  twice  ten  thousand  thunders  roar,) 
Tear  up  the  graves,  and  cleave  the  ground. 
And  make  the  greedy  sea  restore. 

2  The  greedy  sea  shall  yield  her  dead, 

The  earth  no  more  her  6lain  conceal ; 
Sinners  shall  lift  their  guilty  head, 
And  shrink  to  see  a  yawning  helL 

3  But  we,  who  now  our  Lord  confess. 

And  faithful  to  tho  end  endure, 
Shall  stand  in  Jesus'  righteousness, — 
Stand,  as  the  Bock  of  Ages,  Bure. 

4  We,  while  the  stars  from  heaven  shall  fall, 

And  mountains  are  on  mountains  hurl'd, 
Shall  stand  unmoved  amidst  them  all, 
And  smile  to  see  a  burning  world. 


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5  The  earth,  and  all  the  works  therein, 

Dissolve,  by  raging  flames  destroy 'd; 
Whilo  we  survey  the  awful  scene, 
And  mount  above  the  fiery  void. 

6  By  faith  we  now  transcend  the  skies. 

And  on  that  ruined  world  look  down : 
By  love,  above  all  height  we  rise, 
And  share  the  everlasting  throne. 

a  M. — Watts. 
The  Heavenly  Canaan. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  • 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasuresT>anish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never- with'ring  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 
8  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress' d  in  living  green ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 
4  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er,  [flood, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


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The  Heavenly  Canaan. 

1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
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2  O,  the  transporting,  rapt'rous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail 

On  trees  immortal  grow :  [vales, 
There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and 
With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No  chilling  winds  nor  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

C  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 
And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face. 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ! 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll. 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  Adieu  !  adieu  !  all  earthly  things  ! — 

I  come,  my  Lord,  1  come  ! 
Angels,  extend  your  golden  wings, 
And  bear  my  Spirit  home. 


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«*  I  would  not  live  alway." 

1  I  would  not  live  ahvay:  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rise  dark  o'er  the  way; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 

Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  ahvay;  no — welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  In  triumph  ascending  the  skies. 
Who,  who  would  live  ahvay,  away  from  his  God — 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode,  [plains, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns : 
4c  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren,  transported  to  greet; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smiles  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul, 

f  ay 

q$v^  TSf—Botorirtg. 

1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Trav'ler  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory -beaming  star. 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Trav'ler  yes ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

2  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Trav'ler,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 


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"Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 

Trav'ler,  ages  are  its  own, 

See !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Trav'ler,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wand'rings  cea.se, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Trav'ler,  lo !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 


1  Let  me  alone  another  year, 

In  honor  of  thy  Son. 
Who  doth  my  Advocate  appeal 
Before  thy  gracious  throne. 

2  Thou  hast  vouchsafed  a  longer  space, 

And  spared  the  barren  tree, 
Because  for  me  my  Saviour  prays. 
And  pleads  his  death  for  me. 

3  Time  to  repent  thou  dost  bestow ; 

But  O  the  power  impart ! 
And  let  my  eyes  with  tears  o'erflow, 
And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 

4  I'd  nail  my  passions  to  the  cross, 

Where  my  Redeemer  dies ; 
And  all  things  count  but  shame  and  loss 
For  Jesus  crucified. 


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5  Giver  of  penitential  pain, 

Before  that  cross  I  lie, 
In  grief  determined  to  remain 
Till  thou  thy  blood  apply. 

6  Forgiveness  on  my  conscience  seal, 

Bestow  thy  promised  rest ; 
With  purest  love  thy  servant  fill, 
And  number  with  the  blest. 
C.  M. — Waits. 
Inspiring  Hope. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 
4-  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast, 
a  M. — Wat's. 
Courage, 
1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 
A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb, — 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 


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2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
"While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

.Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain : 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
By  faith  they  bring  it  nigh. 

C  "When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  a]l  thy  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 
S.  M. — Beddome. 
Praying  for  Raii». 

1  O  Lord,  in  mercy  spare 

The  herbage  of  the  field ; 
An  1,  under  thy  paternal  rare, 
May  it  abundance  yield. 

2  Re  strain  the  burning  ray, 

And  grant  refreshing  rains ; 
llcstore  the  verdure  from  decay, 
And  drench  the  parched  plains. 


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o  Thou  we  our  praise  will  show 
To  our  preserver,  God ; 
Our  songs  of  melody  shall  flow. 
Aud  spread  his  name  abroad. 

(JO  c-  M. —  Watts. 

Thanksgiving  for  E*ah2. — Pralm 

1  Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King-, 

"Who  makes  the  earth  his  care ; 
Visits  the  pastures  every  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  raised  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  wat'ry  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land, 
o  The  soften' d  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  spring ; 
The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  sing. 
4  The  little  hills  on  every  side 
Rejoice  at  falling  showers; 
The  meadows,  dress'd  in  all  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 
0  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns, 
How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flock  spread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 
C.  M.— Montgomery. 
What  is  Prayer  I 
i.  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 
Utter'd,  or  unexpress'd ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 


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2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling-  of  a  tear ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  bnt  God  is  near. 

0  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
lie  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  li  Behold  he  prays  !" 

G  O,  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way ! 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

S.  SI* — Montgomery. 
Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 

The  prayer  we  offer  now  : 
Thy  name  be  hallow'd  far  and  near ; 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come ;  thy  will 

On  earth  be  done  in  love, 
As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 


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3  Our  daily  bread  supply 

While  by  the  Word  we  live ; 
The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive,  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power, 

From  Satan's  wiles,  defend ; 
Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine  shall  forever  be 

Glory  and  power  divine ; 
The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty, 
Of  heaven  and  earth,  are  thine, 

G  Thus  humbly  taught  to  pray 
By  thy  beloved  Son, 
Through  him  we  come  to  thee,  and  say, 
"  All  for  his  sake  be  done." 

)  ^  7 '  s.  —Newton. 

Wrestling. 

1  Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow : 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah  !  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name ; 
Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea 
To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scom  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy : 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 


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4  Once  a  sinner,  near  despair, 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer ; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  free ; 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  days  have  pass'd  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now : 
"Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

6  Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need ; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

7  No ;  I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

04  L-  M. — StowelL 

The  Mercy-Seat. 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'Tis  found  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy- seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
"Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 


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4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

£J§  L.  'iS-Watts. 

Praise  to  our  Creator. 

1  Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King, 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice ; 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God ;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being,  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own. 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy ; 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good ;  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 
And  all  the  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 
C.  M. —  Watts. 

Delight  in  Worship. 

1  I  love  to  see  the  Lord  below ; 
His  church  displays  his  grace  ; 
But  upper  worlds  his  glory  know, 
And  view  him  face  to  face. 
1  I  love  to  worship  at  his  feet, 
Though  sin  annoy  me  there; 
But  saints,  exalted  near  his  seat, 
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0  I  love  to  meet  him  in  his  court, 

And  taste  his  heavenly  love ; 
But  still  his  visits  seem  too  short 
Or  I  too  soon  remove. 

4  He  shines,  and  I  am  all  delight ; 
He  hides,  and  all  is  pain ; 
When  will  he  fix  me  in  his  sight, 
And  ne'er  depart  again  ? 

3  O  Lord,  I  love  thy  service  now  ; 

Thy  church  displays  thy  power ; 
But  soon  in  heaven  I  hope  to  bow. 
And  praise  tbbo  'evermore;. 

Komage  and  Devotion. 

1  With  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyca 

To  those  bright  realms  above, 
That  glorious  temple  in  the  skies, 
Where  dwells  eternal  Love. 

2  Before  the  gracious  throne  we  bow 

Of  heaven's  almighty  King; 
Here  we  present  the  solemn  vow, 
And  hymns  of  praise  we  sing. 

'6  O  Lord,  while  in  thy  house  we  kneel, 
With  trust  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  truth  reveal, 
And  lend  a  gracious  ear. 

4  With  fervor  teach  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  tune  our  lips  to  sing ; 
Nor  from  thy  presence  cast  away 
The  sacrifice  we  bring. 


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\Lj><*3  C.  II.—  Montgomery, 

Invocation  for  a  Blessing  in  Worship. 

1  Lord,  teach  thy  servants  how  to  pray 

With  rov'rance  and  with  fear : 
Though  dust  and  ashes,  yet  Ave  may, 
We  must,  to  thee  draw  near. 

2  We  come,  then,  God  of  grace,  to  thee ; 

Give  broken,  contrite  hearts ; 
Give — what  thine  eye  delights  to  see — 

Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 
8  Give  deep  humility ;  the  sense 

Of  Go^ly^sourov  give- 
A  strong,  de suing  confidence 

To  see  thy  face  and  live. 

4  Give  faith  in  that  one  sacrifice 

Which  can  for  sin  atone ; 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes, 
On  Christ,  and  Christ  alone. 

5  Give  patience,  still  to  wait  and  weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay ; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 
And  trust  thee,  though  thou  slay. 

6  Give  these,  and  then  thy  will  be  done : 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  through  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Hon, 
Shall  prav,  and  pray  aright. 

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A  Blessing  Sought. 
1  Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 
And  to  thy  courts  repair ; 
Agiin,  with  joyful  feet  we  come 
To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 


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2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord,  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling-  heart,  the  melting-  eye, 

The  humble  mind,  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers, 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise, 
An  1  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  wo  may  render  praise. 

7'8< — Montgomery. 
Prayer  for  a  Blessing  on  Public 
Worship. 

1  To  thy  temple  we  repair ; 
Lord,  we  love  to  worship  there ; 
There,  within  the  veil,  we  meet 
Christ  upon  the  mercy-seat. 

2  While  thy  glorioxis  name  is  sung. 
Tune  our  lips,  inspire  our  tongue ; 
Then  our  joyful  souls  shall  bless 
Christ,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

3  While  to  thee  our  prayers  ascend, 
Let  thine  ear  in  love  attend ; 
Hear  us  when  thy  Spirit  pleads; 
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4  While  thy  word  is  heard  with  awe, 
While  we  tremble  at  thy  law, 
Let  thy  Gospel's  wondrous  love 
Every  doubt  and  fear  remove. 

5  From  thy  house  when  we  return. 
Let  our  hearts  within  us  burn ; 
Then,  at  ev'ning  we  may  say 

44  We  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

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Prayer  for  Special  Favor. 

1  Within  thy  house,  O  Lord,  our  God. 

In  glory  now  appear ; 
Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode, 
And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 

2  When  we  thy  mercy-seat  surround, 

Thy  Spirit.  Lord,  impart ; 
And  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
With  power  reach  every  heart. 

3  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain  ; 

Here  give  the  mourners  rest; 
Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, 
Enthroned  in  every  breast. 

4  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 

And  humble  prayer  arise. 
Till  highef  strains  our  tongues  employ 
In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

Tf*£  S.  M. — C.  Wesley. 

Claiming  the  Promise. 

1  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim  ; 
T  hou  in  the  midst  of  us  wilt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name. 


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2  Thy  name  salvation  is, 

V\rhich  here  we  come  to  prove. 
Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 
And  everlasting  love. 

3  We  meet,  the  grace  to  take 

Which  thou  hast  freely  given ; 
We  meet  on  earth,  for  thy  dear  sake, 
That  we  may  meet  in  heaven. 

4  O,  may  thy  quickening  voice 

The  death  of  sin  remove, 
And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice 
In  hope  of  perfect  love. 

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Devout  Worship  of  God. 

1  Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee ; 

Thy  saints  adore  thy  holy  name, 
Thy  creatures  bend  th'  obedient  kneo, 
And  humbly  thy  protection  claim. 

2  Thy  hand  has  raised  us  from  the  dust ; 

The  breath  of  lif  e  thy  spirit  gives ; 
Where,  but  in  thee,  can  mortals  trust  ? 
Who,  but  our  God,  has  power  to  save  ? 

3  Eternal  source  of  truth  and  light, 

To  thee  we  look,  on  thee  we  call  : 
Lord,  we  are  nothing  in  thy  sight, 
But  thou  to  us  art  all  in  all. 

4  Still  may  thy  children  in  thy  word 

Their  common  trust  and  refuge  see ; 
O,  bind  us  to  each  other,  Lord, 
By  one  great  tie — the  love  of  thee. 


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5  Here,  at  the  portal  of  thy  house, 

We  leave  our  mortal  hopes  and  fears ; 
Accept  our  prayer,  and  bless  our  vows, 
And  dry  our  penitential  tears. 
C  So  shall  our  sun  of  hope  arise, 

With  brighter  and  still  brighter  ray, 
Till  thou  shalt  bless  our  longing  eyes 
With  beams  of  everlasting  day. 

74  L-  M. — Watts. 
Praise  for  I>iviue  Protection. 

1  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose  ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  his  hand ; 
His  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy  Lord; 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

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Goodiiexs  of  God  Seen  in   his  Works 

1  Hail,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good ; 
To  thee  our  songs  we  raise ; 
Nature,  through  all  her  various  scenes, 
Invite  us  to  thy  praise. 


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2  At  morning,  noon,  and  evening  mild, 

Fresh  wonders  strike  our  view  : 
And,  while  we  gaze,  our  hearts  exult, 
With  transport  ever  new. 

3  Thy  glory  beams  in  every  star 

Which  gilds  the  gloom  of  night, 
And  decks  the  smiling  face  of  morn 
With  rays  of  cheerful  light. 

4  The  lofty  hill,  the  humble  lawn, 

With  countless  beauties  shine  : 
The  silent  groves,  the  solemn  shade, 
Proclaim  thy  power  divine. 

5  Great  nature's  God,  still  may  these  scenes 

Our  serious  hours  engage : 
Still  may  our  grateful  hearts  consult 
Thy  works'  instructive  page. 

G  And  while,  in  all  thy  wondrous  ways. 
Thy  varied  love  we  see, 
O,  may  our  hearts,  great  God,  be  led, 
Through  all  thy  works,  to  thee. 

Y6  L-  M-.— Walts. 

All  Praise  Due  to  God. 

1  My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 


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3  Thy  works  with  boundless  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine  ; 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

4  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise, 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

^f^f  C.  M.—Hefrinbothnm. 

Praise  at  all  Times. 

1  My  soul  shall  praise  thee,  O  my  GoU, 

Through  all  my  mortal  days. 
And  in  eternity  prolong 
Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 

2  In  every  smiling,  happy  hour. 

Be  this  my  sweet  employ ; 
Thy  praise  refines  my  earthly  bliss. 
And  heightens  all  my  joy. 

3  When  anxious  grief  and  gloomy  carer, 

Afflict  my  throbbing  breast. 
My  tongue  shall  learn  to  speak  thy  praise, 
And  lull  each  pain  to  rest. 

4  Nor  shall  my  tongue  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God  ; 
My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers, 
Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

5  And  when  these  lip3  shall  cease  to  move, 

When  death  shall  close  these  eyes, 
My  soul  shall  then  to  nobler  heights 
Of  joy  and  transport  rise. 


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b'  My  powers  shall  then,  in  lofty  strains. 
Their  grateful  tribute  pay ; 
The  theme  demands  an  angel's  tongue, 
An  everlasting  day. 

C.  M. — Wallace. 
God  Seen  in  His  Works. 

1  There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 

Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night. 
'  But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 

2  There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distill 

Upon  the  parching  clod, 
And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill. 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 
-1  There's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round. 
In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found  ; 
For  God  is  everywhere. 
4  Around,  beneath,  below,  above. 
Wherever  space  extends. 
There  Heaven  displays  its  boundless  love. 
And  power  with  goodness  blends. 

Tffi      °-  m  —  h-  k  whitp- 

God  over  all. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all : 

His  station  who  can  find  ? 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfall, 
I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  I  shroud, 

His  face  I  cannot  fly ; 
I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 


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3  He  lives,  he  reigns  in  every  land. 

From  winter's  polar  snows, 
To  where,  across  the  burning  sand, 
The  blasting  meteor  glows. 

4  lie  smiles,  we  live ;  he  frowns,  we  die : 

We  hang  upon  his  word, 
lie  roars  his  mighty  arm  on  high, 
We  fall  before  his  sword. 

5  He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  deform : 

Then,  when  his  thunders  cease, 
He  paints  his  rainbow  on  the  storm, 
And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 

1  Lord,  thou  hast  search'd  and  seen  mc  through, 
Thine  eye  commands,  with  piercing  view, 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

o  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand  : 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand ; 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great  ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 


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5  O,  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

§J  C.  M.— //.  A'.  Whitt. 

Almighty  Power  and  Majesty  of  Hod* 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might, 

The  winds  obey  his  will  : 
He  speaks,  and  in  the  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Kebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  tho  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar ; 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 
o  Ye  winds  of  night  your  force  combine  ; 

Without  his  high  behest 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine, 

Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar ; 

In  distant  peals  it  dies ; 
Ho  binds  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend ;  in  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 

C.  M. —  Watts. 

Condescension  of  God. 

1  O  Lord,  our  God,  how  wondrous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  every  tongue  proclaim. 


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2  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race. 

"Who  dwells  so  far  below, 
That  thou  should'st  visit  him  with  grace. 
And  love  his  nature  so  ? — 

3  That  thine  eternal  Son  should  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form. — 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are. 
To  save  a  dying  worm  ? 

4  Let  him  be  crowned  with  majesty 

Who  bowed  his  head  to  death. 
And  be  his  honors  sounded  high 
By  all  things  that  have  breath. 

j  Jesus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  c^rcat 
Is  thine  exalted  name ! 
The  glories  of  thy  heavenly  state 
Let  all  the  earth  proclaim. 

^3  c  jl.—WattM. 

God  our  Keeper. 

1  To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes ; 

There  all  my  hopes  are  laid ; 
The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  skies. 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall. 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep ; 
Ilis  ear  attends  their  humble  call.  . 
Ills  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure; 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 


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4  He  guards  thy  soul,  be  keeps  thy  breath. 
Where  thickest  dangers  come ; 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  shall  call  thee  home. 
§4!-  C  M.— PVt. 

God  our  Guardian. 

1  On  God  we  build  our  sure  defence  : 

In  God  our  hopes  repose; 
His  hand  protects  our  varying  life. 
And  guards  us  from  our  foes. 

2  Our  minds  shall  be  serene  and  calm 

Like  Siloa's  peaceful  Hood, 
Whose  soft  and  silver  streams  refresh 
The  city  of  our  God. 

3  Wc  to  the  mighty  Lord  of  hosts 

Securely  will  resort ; 
For  refuge  fly  to  Jacob's  God. 
Our  succor  and  support. 

God  our  Defence. 

1  No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock 

^  My  trust,  O  Lord,  in  thee ; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  my  rock, 
A  sure  defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  our  deliverer  art,  O  God; 

Our  trust  is  in  thy  power; 
Thou  art  our  shield  from  foes  abroad, 
Our  safeguard,  and  our  tower. 

3  To  thee  will  wc  address  our  prayer. 

To  whom  all  praise  we  owe ; 
().  may  we,  by  thy  watchful  care. 
Be  saved  from  every  foe. 


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4  Then  let  Jehovah  be  adored : 

On  whom  our  hopes  depend ; 
For  who,  except  the  mighty  Lord, 
His  people  can  defend  ? 

C.  M. — E.  H.  Sears. 
A  Joyous  Event. 

1  Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 

Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 

Shed  sacred  glories  there, 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres. 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  joyous  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply, 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 

The  dayspring  from  on  high. 
•1  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 

Her  silent  groves  of  Palm. 

5  "  Glory  to  God !"  the  sounding  skies 

Aloud  with  anthems  ring ; 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good  will  to  men. 
From  heaven's  eternal  King !" 

Christ  welcomed  as  a  Saviour. 

1  Hail  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free ! 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us ; 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 


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2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art ; 
Long  desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever ; 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

C.  M. — Steele. 
Humiliation  of  Christ. 

1  And  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 

The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust. 
That  guilty  man  might  rise  ? 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high, — 
Surprising  mercy !  love  unknown ! — 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place, 

And  suffered  in  his  stead ; 
For  sinful  man, — O,  wondrous  grace  !— 
For  sinful  man  he  bled. 

4  O  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 

In  thine  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell, 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 


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C.  M.— Walts. 


Christ  the  Substance  of  the  Levitical 


1  The  true  Messiah  now  appears ; 

The  types  are  all  withdrawn : 
So  fly  the  shadows  and  the  stars 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

2  The  smoking',  sweet  and  bleeding  lamb. 

The  kid  and  bullock  slain. 
And  costly  spice  of  every  name, 
Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

3  Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  away. 

His  mitre  and  his  vest. 
When  Christ,  the  Lord,  comes  down  to  be 
The  offering  and  the  priest. 
•1  He  took  our  mortal  flesh,  to  show 
The  wonders  of  his  love ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 
And  prays  for  us  above. 
5  "Forgive,"  he  cries,  "forgive  their  sins, 
For  I  myself  have  died;" 
And  then  he  shows  his  opened  veins, 
And  pleads  his  wounded  side. 


1  'Tis  midnight  ;  and  on  Olive's  brow 

The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone ; 
'Tis  midnight;  in  the  garden  now, 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone, 

2  'Tis  midnight;  and  from  all  removed. 

The  Saviour  wrestles  lone,  with  fears ; 
E'en  that  disciple,  whom  he  loved. 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 


Priesthood. 


L.  M. — W.  B.  Tappan. 
Christ  in  Gethsamene. 


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3  'Tis  midnight ;  and  for  others' guilt, 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight;  and  from  ether  plains 

Is  born  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  sooth  the  Savior's  woe. 

3.  M. — Wafts. 
Holiness  and  Vengeance  of  God. 

1  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

And  worship  at  his  feet ; 
His  nature  is  all  holiness. 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church. 
When  Aaron  was  his  priest 

When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  prayed, 

He  gave  his  people  rest, 
'j  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins. 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known 

When  they  abused  his  grace. 
4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same : 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holiness, 

And  jealous  for  his  name. 

f^*JJ  s.  ~M. —  Witts. 

Mercy  of  God. 

1  O  bless  the  Lord  my  soul ; 
Let  all  within  me  join; 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 


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2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness. 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins; 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain; 
'Tis  he  who  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  lie  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 
lie,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

3  lie  fills  the  poor  with  good, 
He  gives  the  sufferer  rest ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgment  for  the  proud, 
And  justice  for  the  oppressed. 

0  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known ; 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  son. 

iKS 

1  The  eye  of  God  is  everywhere 

To  watch  the  sinner's  ways ; 
He  sees  who  join  in  humble  prayer, 
And  who  in  solemn  praise. 

2  One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 

Can  pierce  and  search  us  through ; 
Nor  heaven,  nor  earth,  nor  hell  afford, 
A  shelter  from  thy  view  ! 

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3  The  universe,  in  every  part, 

At  once  before  thee  lies ; 
And  every  thought  of  every  heart 
Is  open  to  thine  eyes. 

4  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  pray  and  praise 

With  fervent,  holy  love ; 
And  fit  us,  by  thy  word  of  grace, 
To  worship  thee  above. 

04-  c-  M-~ Watts- 

Obedience  better  than  Sacrifice. 

1  Thus  saith  the  Lord:  "The  spacious  fields. 

And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine ; 
O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  u  I  ask  no  sheep  for  sacrifice, 

Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire ; 
To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praise. 
Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  ' '  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 

My  hand  shall  set  thee  free  ; 
Then  shall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
The  honors  due  to  me. 

4  "  The  man  who  offers  humble  praise. 

He  glorifies  me  best  : 
And  those  who  tread  my  holy  ways. 
Shall  my  salvation  taste." 

0»>  L-  M.—  Watts. 

Power  of  the  Gospel. 

1  This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above : 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 


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2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find. 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind  ; 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  rained  creature  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live ; 

Dry  bones  are  raised,  and  clothed  afresh. 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 

4  May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


H.  M. — C.  Wesley: 


1  Arise  my  soul,  arise. 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears. 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears ; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands. 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede  : 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race. 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me : 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry. 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 


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4  The  Father  hears  him  praj-. 

His  dear  annointed  One  : 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presonce  of  his  Son ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me,  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh. 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 

f)Tf  0,  M.—  NnoUm. 

1  Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound, 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
How  precious  did  that  graco  appear 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far. 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  And  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease ; 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 


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5  The  world  shall  soon  to  ruin  go, 
The  sun  f  orhear  to  shine ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Shall  be  forever  mine. 

OS  S.  M. — Doddridge. 

Salvation  by  Grace. 

1  Grace  !  'tis  a  charming1  sound, 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display. 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet. 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 
90  C.  M. — Watts. 

A  State  ot  Nature  and  of  God. 

1  Not  the  malicious  nor  profane. 

The  wantou,  nor  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  slanderers,  shall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprising  grace  !  and  such  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  sin, 
Heirs  of  immortal  misery. 
Unholy  and  unclean. 


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3  But  we  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 

We're  pardoned  through  his  name : 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  Our  God 
Has  sanctified  our  frame. 

4  O  f or  a  persevering  power 

To  keep  thy  just  commands  ! 
We  would,  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

lOO 

To-Day.   Heb.  iv.  T. 

1  Hasten,  O  sinners,  to  be  wise, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  snn  : 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise,    g\  i 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Oh,  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Before  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  return. 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  bum 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

lOl      c-  m-— -y'-"''v"<- 

The  Rich  Worldling.    Luke  16-21. 

1  "  My  barns  are  full,  my  stores  increase; 
And  now,  for  many  years, 
Soul,  eat  and  drink,  and  take  thine  ease, 
Secure  from  wants  and  fears." 


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2  Thus  while  a  -worldling  boasted  once, 
As  many  now  presume. 
He  heard  the  Lord  himself  pronounce 
His  sudden  awful  doom: — 

*>  u  This  night,  vain  fool,  thy  soul  must  pass 
Into  a  world  unknown, 
And  who  shall  then  the  stores  possess 
Which  thou  hast  called  thine  own?" 

4  Thus  blinded  mortals  fondly  schemo 
For  happiness  below ; 
Till  death  destroys  the  pleasing  dream, 
And  they  awake  to  wo. 

The  Accepted  Time.    2  Cor.  vi.  2. 

1  Noav  is  the  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now  sinners,  come  without  delay 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time ; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  V 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time ; 

The  Gospel  bids  you  come ; 
And  every  promise  in  his  word 
Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love ; 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings. 
And  bear  the  news  above. 


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I  0«3I  < -•  K—lIyde. 

1  Ah,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do, 

With  all  my  guilt  oppressed  ! 
I  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 
A  nd  conscience  knows  no  rest. 

2  Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law 

Does  all  my  life  condemn ; 
The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  grief  and  shame. 

3  How  many  precious  sabbaths  gone 

I  never  can  recall ! 
And  oh,  what  cause  have  I  to  mourn, 
Who  misimproved  them  all ! 

4  How  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 

Of  Jesus,  and  of  heaven; 
Yet  scarcely  listened  to  his  word, 
Or  prayed  to  be  forgiven ! 

5  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  to  thee, 

And  grant  renewing  grace ; 
For  thou  this  flinty  heart  canst  break. 
And  thine  shall  be  the  praise, 

104         c-  M- — VSXdffk  Vol. 

What  must  I  do  ? 

1  My  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great, 

It'  I  attempt  to  pray 
The  tempter  tells  me  yet  to  wait, 
( )r  frights  my  soul  away. 

2  In  painful  doubts  what  course  to  trjr, 

I  fear  this  long  delay; 
And  must  I  linger  here  and  die, 
Ashamed  to  ask  the  way? 


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:]  Ye  Christian  Pilgrims,  can  ye  tell 
A  stranger  to  the  road, 
The  way  that  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
To  find  a  pardofcmg  God  ? 


Hardness  of  heart  lamented^ 

1  O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  the  stubborn  stone  away : 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine  ! 

'3  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake ; 
The  sea  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake ; 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign, 
lint  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrow  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt; 
1'ut  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  something  yet  can  do  the  deed ; 
And  that  dear  something  much  I  need ; 
Thy  Sx>irit  can  from  dross  refine, 

And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 
Thus  saith  the  Lord;  "  My  voice  obey, 
I'll  take  thy  heart  of  stone  away, 
Thy  mourning  soul  with  grace  refresh, 
And  give  thee  a  new  heart  of  flesh." 


An  aged  Sinner  awakened. 

1  ( )  what  a  wretched  sinner,  Lord  ! 
I  now  begin  to  know 
The  danger  of  the  downward  road. 
But  know  not  where  to  go. 


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C.  M. — Alline.. 


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•J  Too  long,  O  Lord,  I've  slighted  thee. 
Too  long  refused  thy  grace ; 
Yet  pity,  Lord,  ( )  pity  me, 
Nor  longer  hide  thy  face. 

fi  O,  should  I  now  expire  in  death,  ^ 
I  must  go  down  to  hell, 
To  suffer  thine  eternal  wrath. 
Among  the  fiends  to  dwell. 

4  Lord,  change  my  heart,  or  I  am  gone, 
0  give  me  life  divine  ; 
T) lough  I  am  old,  may  I  be  born 
A  heavenly  child  of  thine. 

JOT  C.  VL^ Walts 

The  Repenting  Prodigal,  Luke  \v.  13#  &c . 

1  Behold  the  wretch,  whose  lust  and  wine 

lias  wasted  his  estate  ! 
lie  begs  a  share  among  the  swine. 
To  taste  the  husks  they  eat, 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here,"  he  cries, 

kt  I  starve  in  foreign  lands : 
My  father's  house  has  large  supplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

'•)  "  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue, 
Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
Father,  I've  done  thy  justice  wrong, 
Nor  can  deserve  thy  grace." 

4  He  said,  and  hastened  to  his  home 

To  seek  his  father's  love ; 
The  father  saw  the  rebel  come, 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 


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5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neek, 
Embraced  and  kissed  liis  son ; 
The  rebel's  heart  with  sorrow  break, 
For  follies  he  had  done 

O^1  Take  off  thy  clothes  of  shame  and  sin," 
(The  father  gives  command) 
"  Dress  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  A  day  of  feasting  I  ordain ; 
Let  mirth  and  joy  abound ! 
My  son  was  dead — and  lives  again ; 
Was  lost — and  now  is  found. 

108  L-  M-—  Watt*- 

A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord ;  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  V 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound; 
So  let  thy  pardoning  grace  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  olfenees  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  conf  ess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace, 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 


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5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just,  in  death ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

G  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word , 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

1  Anxious,  I  strove  to  find  the  way 

Which  to  salvation  led ; 
I  listened  long,  I  tried  to  pray 
And  heard  what  many  said. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  feared  that  I  was  wrong ; 
For  I  was  stupid,  dead  and  cold. 
Had  neither  joys  nor  song. 

3  The  Lord  my  laboring  heart  relieved, 

And  made  my  burden  light ; 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believed, 
And  thought  that  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talked. 

Of  anguish  and  dismay ; 
Through  what  distresses  they  had  walked 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

5  Ah !  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain, 

For  I  had  lived  at  ease ; 
1  wished  for  all  my  fears  again, 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 


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(J  I  had  my  wish ;  the  Lord  disclosed 
The  evils  of  my  heart, 
And  left  my  naked  soul  exposed 
To  Satan's  fiery  dart. 

HO  L..M—  Watts. 

The  Beatitudes. 

1  Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  arc  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  Hows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace. 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied,  and  fed. 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love ; 
From  Christ,  the  Lord,  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean. 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 


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7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  ; 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

8  Blest  are  the  sufferers  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord ; 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

9||         S.  M.—  St.  Thomas,  Concord. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 
liencw  it  boldly,  day  by  day. 
And  help  divine  implore. 

■i  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won. 
Nor  lay  thy  armor  down ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  ne'er  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain'st  thy  crown. 

11&  C.  P.  If, 

Longing  for  a  Place  at  Hod's  Right  Hand. 

1  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shall  come, 
To  fetch  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Bo  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 


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2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  ?— 
What  if  in j'  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call? 

3  Dear  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace, 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding  place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face; 
Then,  loudest  of  the  crowd,  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansionn  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

U3  L-  M. — Watts. 

The  Pharisee  and  the  Publican.  Lulie, 
xviii.  lO,  &c, 

1  Behold  how  sinners  disagree— 
The  Publican  and  Pharisee ! 

One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  shame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  distance  stands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands ; 
That  boldly  rises  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  different  language  knows, 
And  different  answers  he  bestows  ; 


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The  humble  soul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

4  J  tear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Joined  with  the  boasting  Pharisee ; 
1  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
But  plead  the  sufferings  of  thy  Son. 

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Self-Denial.   Mark,  viil.  3  1. 

1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 

My  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 
It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me, 

2  Yes,  let  it  go — one  look  from  thee 

Will  more  than  make  amends 
For  all  the  losses  I  sustain 
Of  credit,  riches,  friends. 
'6  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 
How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair ! 
4  Saviour  of  souls,  could  I  from  thee 
A  single  smile  obtain, 
Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'd  glory  in  my  gain. 


C.  M, 


Redemption  by  Price  and  Power. 

1  Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 
My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 


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2  Blest  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord. 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quenched  his  Father's  naming  sword 
In  his  own  vital  flood; — 

I]  The  Lamb  that  freed  my  captive  soul 
From  Satan's  heavy  chains. 
And  sent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

■i  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb. 
And  never-ceasing  praise. 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name. 
Or  saints  to  feel  his  grace. 

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1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done. 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest — 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  blest. 

2  dome,  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love  assignb 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven. 

And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

'■]  ()  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies; 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains. 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 


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5  In  holy  duties  let  the  day 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away ; 
How  sweet  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hopes  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

J. IT"  C.  M. — Waits. 

Exhortations  to  Faith  and  Holiness. 

1  Come  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord ; 

And,  that  your  days  be  long-. 
Let  not  a  false  or  spiteful  word 
He  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mischief,  practice  love, 

Pursue  the  work  of  peace ; 
So  shall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve, 
And  set  your  souls  at  ease. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  just, 

His  ears  attend  their  cry; 
When  broken  spirits  dwell  in  dust, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  sorrows  hero  they  taste. 

Are  sharp  and  tedious  too  ? 
The  Lord  who  saves  them  all  at  last 
Is  their  supporter  now. 

5  Evil  shall  smite  the  wicked  dead; 

I  hat  <  rod  secures  his  own; 
Prevents  the  mischief  when  they  slide, 
<  )r  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  desolation,  like  a  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  sinner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeemed  their  souls. 


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US  <'.  Af. — Doddridge.  • 

Voung  persons  inrltrd  to  scclt  antl  Iotc 
Christ. 

1  Yo  hearts  with  joyful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near ; 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  No,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high. 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by. 
Your  welfare  to  pursue. 
8  "  The  soul  who  longs  to  see  my  face. 
Is  sure  my  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  who  early  seek  my  grace. 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false,  delusive  toys. 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'T is  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find, 

110  c-  Wedk, 

Middle  Age.   John  ix.  4. 

1  And  have  I  measured  half  my  days, 

And  half  my  journey  run, 
Nor  tasted  the  Redeemer's  graco. 
Nor  yet  my  work  begun  V 

2  The  morning  of  my  life  is  past. 

The  noon  is  almost  o'er ; 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast, 
Wh<m  I  can  work  uo  more. 


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3  O  thou,  who  seest  and  know'st  my  grief, 

Thyself  unseen,  unknown, 
In  mercy  help  my  unbelief, 
And  melt  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  Regard  me  with  a  gracious  eye. 

The  long-3ought  blessing  give ; 
And  bid  me,  at  tho  point  to  die, 
Behold  thy  face  and  live. 

1  SO  c-  M-Oma  . 

Farewell. 

1  Ye  fleeting  charms  of  earth,  farewell ' 

Your  springs  of  joy  are  dry; 
My  soul  now  seeks  another  homo — 
A  brighter  world  on  high. 

2  Cheerful  I  leave  this  vale  of  tears, 

Where  jmnH  and  sorrows  grow ; 
Welcome  the  day  that  ends  my  toil 
And  every  scene  of  woe. 

3  No  more  shall  sin  disturb  my  breast — 

My  God  shall  frown  no  more ; 
The  streams  of  love  divine  shall  yield 
Transports  unknown  before. 

4  Fly  then,  ye  interposing  days — 

Lord,  send  thy  summons  down ; 
The  hand  that  strikes  mo  to  the  dust 
Shall  raise  me  to  a  crown. 

121  i"  a 

Eternity. 

1  Eternity  is  just  at  hand — 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day. 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 


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2  But  an  eternity  there  is 

Of  endless  wo  or  endless  bliss ; 
And,  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round. 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

'A  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind  ! 
They're  gone !  but  where  ?  all,  pause  and  see, 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

4  Sinner,  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  depths  of  hell  ? 
And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee ; 
Death  and  a  dread  eternity. 

WnrnJng  to  Prepare  for  Death. 

1  Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear — 

Repent !  thy  end  is  nigh  ! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far : 
O,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Hcflect ! — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 

Thy  sins — how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 
How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 

3  Death  enters — and  there's  no  defence ; 

His  time  there's  none  can  tell : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven — or  to  hell. 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 
But  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there  ! 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb 


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5  To-day  the  gospel  calls — to-day, 
Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you ; 
Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

The  last  Judgment. 

1  In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars, 

Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be ; 
Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

2  Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep, 

Tossed  with  stronger  tempests,  rise ; 
Darker  storms  the  mountain  sweep, 
Redder  lightning  rend  the  skies. 

8  Evil  thoughts  shall  shake  the  proud ; 
Racking  doubt  and  restless  fear ; 
And,  amid  the  thunder-cloud 
Shall  the  Judge  of  men  appear. 

4  But,  though  from  that  awful  face 

Heaven  shall  fade  and  earth  shall  fly, 
Fear  not  ye,  his  chosen  race ; 
Your  redemption  draweth  nigh  ! 

124  8's  7'3  and  4's- 

Jjixke  xiii.  28. 

1  See  the  eternal  Judge  descending — 
View  him  seated  on  his  throne ; 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting — 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom — 

Trumpets  call  thee ; 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 
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2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 
Fill  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain ; ' 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again ; 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again, 
y  "  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 
With  the  marks  of  dying  love ; 
O,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move — 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  his  spirit  move." 
4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder ; 
Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part : 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !" 

Lost  forever, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "Depart !" 

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Death  Dreadful  or  Delightful, 

1  Death !  'tis  a  melancholy  day' 
To  those  that  have  no  God. 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 
3  In  vain  to  heaven  sheJif ts  her  eyes ; 
But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 
3  Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell ; 
Let  stubborn  sinners  fear ; 
You  must  be  driven  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  forever  there. 


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4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  Hashes  in  your  face, 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downward  too, 
And  sing  recovering  grace. 

5  "lie  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 

Who  promised  heaven  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  «bovc, 

Where  happy  spirits  be. 
G  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day; 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  hand, 

To  bear  my  soul  away. 

8'8>  7'8  and  4's-    Taniworth  Gospel  Call. 
1  Guide  us,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Wanderers  on  the  mighty  deep ; 
From  the  storm  and  raging  tempest, 
Deign  our  floating  bark  to  keep : 
Lord  of  Heaven 
Bid  the  breeze  propitious  blow. 

3  Be  our  safeguard  through  the  night  watch, 
And  our  guardian  all  the  day ; 
To  our  destined  port  in  safety 
Give  us  swift  and  joyful  way : 
Strong  Deliverer 
Be  thou  still  our  strength  and  shield. 

3  And,  when  life's  short  voyage  is  over 
In  the  haven  of  the  blest, 
May  we,  guided  by  thy  spirit, 
Find  an  everlasting  rest : 
Father,  hear  us, 
For  the  great  Redeemer's  sake. 


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11 '8  and  12's.  Seaman's  Hymn. 


1  In  lands  strange  and  distant,  how  sweetly  the  sound 

Of  the  tongue  of  a  countryman  falls  on  the  ear ! 
The  strangeness  of  all  that  is  passing  around 
Makes  the  words  seem  mors  sweet,  and  the  ac- 
cent more  dear. 

2  It  reminds  us  of  home,  of  the  land  of  our  birth ; 

Of  the  friends  we  have  left.and  the  kin  that  we  love ; 
Of  all  that  is  dearest  to  man  upon  earth — 
All  his  comfort  below,-  and  his  solace  above. 

o  It  is  thus  to  the  Christian  when  passing  along 
This  world,  to  the  home  of  the  Father,  on  high ; 
Some  brother  he  finds,  in  the  midst  of  the  throng, 
With  the  accent  of  heaven,  the  tongue  of  the  sky. 

•1  The  communion  of  saints  brightens  many  a  day, 
Enlivens  the  faith  that  was  drooping  and  low, 
Stirs  up  the  remembrance  of  God,  on  our  way, 
And  bids  all  the  sweetest  affections  to-  glow. 


1  I've  sailed  over  the  ocean,  I've  roamed  round  the 
And  lei't  far  behind  me  the  land  of  my  birth :  [earth, 
Arabia's  deserts  I've  trod  in  despair, 

But  never  forgot  that  "  My  Maker  was  there." 

2  When  on  the  wild  shore  my  vessel  was  cast, 

I  counted  each  hour,  and  believed  it  the  last : 

I  thought  on  that  power  who  had  kept  me  with  care, 

liemeiubering  with  pleasure  "My  Maker  was  there." 

3  When  the  storm  and  the  tempest  have  clouded  the  sky. 
And  the  Rush  of  the  li^litninp  has  reached  from  on  bijrn, 

I've  heard  in  the  thunder  a  voice  loud  declare 
'Twas "wicked  to  fear,  for  "My  Maker  was  there." 

4|Nrow  my  dangers  are  past,  and  my  wanderings  are  o'er, 
I've  returned  once  again  to  my  own  native  shore: 
To  the  altar  of  m^rcy  I'll  over  repair, 
And  offer  my  vows  to  "My  Maker,  who's  there." 


ll's.   Portuguese  Hymn. 


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129 

Perseverance  in  the  Christian  Race. 

1  As  Lot  bid  his  city  adieu, 

And  fled  from  a  terrible  storm, 
So  we  have  professed  to  do. 

To  fiee  from  the  wrath  that's  to  come. 

2  Our  race  is  the  best  ever  known; 

It  leads  from  a  world  full  of  wo ; 
Then  come,  O  ye  Christians,  and  run 
For  the  joys  that  no  mortal  can  know. 

3  We  will  not  run  beating  the  air, 

Nor  strive  for  the  things  that  arc  vain; 
But,  casting  on  Jesus  our  care, 
The  prize  we  are  sure  to  obtain. 

4  The  prospects  of  earth  will  all  fail , 

Its  riches  with  wings  fly  away ; 
But  the  gospel  will  surely  prevail, 
Its  treasures  will  never  decay. 

5  Before  are  the  gems  that  outvie 

The  sun  that  with  beauty  hath  shone; 
Then,  oh  !  let  us  press  to  the  sky, 
And  wear  the  bright  crown  as  our  own. 

li'B. — Expostulation. 
O  Turn  Ye. 

1  O  turn  ye,  poor  sinners,  for  why  will  you  die, 
When  God,  in  peat  mercy,  ia  comiug'so  lri^'h? 
Now  Jesus  invites,  and  the  Spirit  says  come, 
And  angels  aro  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that,  while  you  delay 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as  you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 


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3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 

O,  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe  ? 

If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 

'lis  jrou  he  bids  welcome;  he  bids  you  come  home. 
i  In  riches,  in  pleasure,  what  can  you  obtain 

To  soothe  your  affliction,  or  banish  your  pain  ? 

To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon'd  to  die. 

( >r  waft  you  to  mansions  of  glory  on  high  V 
5  Why  will  you  be  starving  or  feeding  on  air  ? 

There's  mercy  in  Jesu3,  enough  and  to  spare; 

If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 

And  prove  that  bis  mercy  is  boundless  and  free, 
fi  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your  heart, 

And,  trusting  in  Heaven,  we  never  shall  part; 

O  how  can  we  leave  you  ?  why  will  you  not  conic  ? 

We'll  journey  together,  and  scon  be  at  nome. 


The  Great  Harvest;  or  the  End  of  the 
World.  Matt.  \Ui.  IT. 

1  The  fields  are  all  white,  and  the  harvest  is  near, 
The  reapers  now  with  their  sharp  sickles  appear, 
To  reap  down  the  fields,  and  the  wheat  to  secure ; 
But  the  tares  must  forever  the  fire  endure. 

2  Come,  then,  O  my  soul,  meditate  on  that  day 
When  ail  things  in  nature  shall  melt  and  decay, 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound.and  the  angels  appear 
To  n  op  down  the  earth.both  the  wheat  and  the  tares. 

3  But  hear  the  great  Judge,  in  that  dread  day's  alarms, 
■Say,  gather  my  saints,  bring  them  all  to  my  arms; 
That  terrible  plagues  may  be  poured  out  on  those 
Who  dared  to  blaspheme,  and  my  saints  to  oppose. 

4  Assemble,  ye  nations;  your  sentence  receive; 
No  more  shall  my  word  you  invite  to  believe: 
My  Judgment  is  right;  my  great  sentence  is  just; 
Come  hither  ye  blessed,  but  depart  all  ye  curs'd! 

5  O  sinners,  take  warning,  and  seek  now  the  Lord : 
This  truth  is  most  certain,  'tis  Jesus'  own  word- 
That  all  true  believers  in  glory  shall  dwell, 

But  ail  unbelievers  must  sink  down  to  hell. 


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132 

Ijovin?  Kindness.  Isa.  Ixiil.  7. 

1  Awake  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song-  from  me ; 
His  loving-  kindness,  oh  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 

Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along ; 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 

Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood ; 
His  loving  kindness,  oh  how  good  ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 

Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

G  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 

Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 

133  *'s»  8'8>  2'e»  6's- 

Here  I  will  Dwell. 

1  Ah  me,  I'm  never  well  but  when 
I  on  my  best  beloved  lean ; 


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And  then  I'm  never  ill : 
Crosses  and  trials  all  are  slight, 
And  pain  is  sweet,  snd  troubles  light, 

Come  whatsoever  will. 

2  Here  I  could  wish  my  greatest  foe 
Might  rest  like  me,  and  happy,  know 

The  riches  of  the  Lamb ; 
The  streets  then  would  be  full  of  praise, 
Of  Jesus'  blood,  his  gracious  ways, 

His  mercy  and  his  name. 

3  If  Jesus  will  permit  me,  I 

Will,  leaning  on  him,  live  and  die, 
And  great  the  blessing  count ; 
My  life,  dear  Lord,  I'd  live  to  thee, 
My  death  should  also  glorious  be, 
Like  Moses  in  the  mount. 

4  By  sweet  experience  I'd  proclaim 
To  all  the  followers  of  the  lamb, 

Hear  me,  my  friends,  I  say, 
For  I  am  happy,  I  am  well, 
Beloved  of  God,  unchangeable, 

And  with  him  night  and  day. 

Wot  Ashamed  of  Jesus. 

1  Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  worm  asham'd  of  thee ; 
Asham'd  of  thee  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days. 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus,  just  as  soon 
Might  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon : 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  morning  star,  bid  darkness  flee. 


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3  Asham'd  of  Jesus,  sooner  far 
Might  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus,  that  dear  friend 

On  whom  my  hopes  of  Heaven  depend ; 
No,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus,  yes,  I  may 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away. 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  foe  to  fight,  no  soul  to  save. 

G  'Till  then  I'll  boast  a  Saviour's  name, 
'Till  then  I'll  boast  a  Savioiir  slain, 
'Till  then,  and  shall  my  boasting  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

13*>  8's,  7's. 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  come  to  Jesus, 

Think  upon  your  glorious  Lord, 
lie  has  pitied  your  condition, 

He  has  sent  his  gospel  word ; 
Mercy  calls  you,  &c, 

Mercy  flows  on  Jesus'  blood. 

2  Dearest  Saviour  help  thy  servant 

To  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love  , 
Pour  thy  grace  upon  this  people, 

That  thy  truth  they  may  approve ; 
Bless,  O  bless  them,  &c. , 

From  thy  shining  courts  above. 

3  Now  thy  gracious  word  invites  them 

To  partake  the  gospel  feast, 


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Let  thy  spirit  sweetly  draw  them, 
Every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest, 

O  receive  us,  &c., 
Let  us  find  thy  promis'd  rest. 

136         c- M- 

The  Power  of  Faith. 

1  Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 

And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares : 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God,  and  heavenly  things, 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 

The  healing  balm  to  give ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasiires  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  mo  seek  in  vain. 

5  Shows  me  the  precious  promise,  seal'd 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
And  helps  my  feeble  hopes  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

G  There,  there,  unshaken,  would  I  rest, 
Till  this  vile  body  dies ; 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
At  once  to  glory  rise  ! 


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137 


t>J&  6         L-  M.— Z>r.  Doddridge. 
The  Struggle  between  Faith  and  unbo- 
*      lief,  Mark  ix.  21. 

1  Jesus,  our  souls1  delightful  choice, 
In  thee  believing-,  we  rejoice; 

Yet  still  our  joy  is  mixed  with  grief, 
While  faith  contends  with  unbelief. 

2  Thy  promises  our  hearts  revive, 
And  keep  our  fainting  hopes  alive ; 
]3ut  guilt,  and  fears,  and  sorrow  rise, 
And  hide  the  promise  from  our  eyes. 

g  ()  let  not  sin  and  Satan  boast, 

While  saints  lie  mourning  in  the  dust, 
N  or  see  that  faith  to  ruin  brought, 
Which  thy  own  gracious  hand,  hath  wrought. 

4  Do  thou  the  dying  spark  inflame; 
Reveal  the  glories  of  thy  name ; 
And  put  all  anxious  doubts  to  flight, 
As  shades  dispers'd  by  opening  light. 

138        *  *■ 

1  ]  Jehold  the  sous,  the  heirs  of  God, 
So  dearly  bought  with  Jesus'  blood ; 
Are  they  not  born  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  shall  they  stoop  to  earthly  toys  ? 

2  Can  laughter  feed  the  immortal  mind ! 
Were  spirits  of  celestial  kind 

Made  for  a  jest,  for  sport,  and  play — 
To  wear  out  time,  and  waste  the  day  ? 

3  Doth  vain  discourse,  or  empty  mirth, 
Well  suit  the  honors  of  their  birth  ? 
Shall  they  be  fond  of  gay  attire, 
Which  children  love,  and  fools  admire  ? 


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4  What  if  we  wear  the  richest  vest, 
Peacocks  and  flies  are  better  drest, 
This  flesh,  with  all  its  gaudy  forws, 
Must  drop  to  du3t,  and  feed  the  worms. 

5  Lord,  raise  our  hearts  and  passions  higher, 
Touch  our  vain  souls  with  sacred  fire ; 
Then,  with  a  heaven-directed  eye, 
We'll  pass  these  glittering  trifles  by. 

G  We'll  look  on  all  the  toys  below 
With  such  disdain  as  angels  do ; 
And  wait  the  call  that  bids  us  rise 
To  mansions  promis'd  in  the  skies, 

130  L.  M. 

Shortness  of  Time. 

1  Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame. 
Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  T  am, 
And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span ; 
A  little  point  my  life  appears ; 
How  frail,  at  best,  is  dying  man ! 
How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears ! 

0  Vain  his  ambition,  noise  and  show ! 
Vain  are  the  cares  which  rack  his  mind ; 
He  heaps  up  treasures,  mix'd  with  woe, 
And  dies,  and  leaves  them  all  behind. 

4  Oh  be  a  nobler  portion  mine, 

My  God !  I  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
Earth's  fleeting  treasures  I  resign, 
And  fix  my  hope  on  thee  alone. 


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140 

Sinners  and  Saints  in  the  Wreck  of  Na- 
ture.   Isaiah,  xxiv.  1G-20. 

1  How  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 
Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod : 

]  Ie  frowns,  earth,  sea,  all  Nature's  frame 
Sinks  in  one  universal  flame. 

2  Where  now,  0  where  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck ! 

Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown ; 
See  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down. 

o  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry  ; 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie ; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
Forever — O,  forever,  lost. 

4  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
Your  eyes  shall  view  the  dreadful  scene ; 
Your  Saviour  lives,  the  worlds  expire, 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

5  Jesus,  the  helpless  creatures'  friend, 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole. 

14:1  S-  M. 

The  Final  Sentence  and  Misery  of  the 
Wicked.  Matt.  xxv.  4  1 . 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend  ! 
And  must  the  dead  arise  V 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape, 
His  all- discerning  eyes: 


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2  And  from  his  righteous  lips, 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound ; 
And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng 
Spread  black  despair  around  ? 

8  "  Depart  from  me,  accurs'd, 
"  To  everlasting  flame, 
"  For  rebel  angels  first  prepaid, 
"  Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure, 

The  terrors  of  that  day ; 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  his  face 
Astonish1  d  shrink  away  ? 

5  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead ; 
llark,  from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound. 
What  joyful  tidings  spread ! 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled ; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  i>our 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

142  7'saud6's. 

The  Good  Physician. 

1  How  lost  was  my  condition, 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul ! 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


Next  door  to  death  he  found  me ; 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wond'rous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compar'd  with  sin ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes. 

But  rages  most  within : 
'Tis  palsy,  plague  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combin'd ; 
And  none,  but  a  believer, 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men,  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain ; 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  ev'ry  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

■?  At  length  this  great  Physician, 

How  matchless  is  his  grace  ! 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case : 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him. 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd ; 
Then  bid  me  look  unto  him ; 

I  look'd  and  I  was  heal'd. 
5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith ; 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death ; 


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Come  then  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give, 
He  makes  no  hard  condition, 

'Tis  only  look,  and  live. 

143 

Praj-er  for  a  Blessing. 

1  Bestow,  dear  Lord,  npon  our  youth, 

The  gift  of  saving  grace ; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heavenly  root : 
But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 
And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

o  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes, 
The  voice  of  sov'reign  love  ! 
Your  youth  is  stain' d  with  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4  True,  you  are  young, but  there's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast, 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

5  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made. 

Oh  !  join  the  public  prayer ! 
For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 
O  shed  yourselves  a  tear ! 

0  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 
The  Spirit's  power  to  teach  ; 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 


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144  c- M- 

The  Light  and  Glory  of  the  World. 

1  This  spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 

And  brings  the  truth  to  sight ; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic  like  the  sun; 
It  gives  a  light  to  ev'ry  age, 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  him  I  love ; 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

145  s.  m. 

The  Shining  Light. 

1  My  former  hopes  are  dead. 

My  terror  now  begins : 
I  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead, 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah  whither  shall  I  fly ! 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar ; 
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The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh. 

And  vengeance  at  the  door. 
J3  When  I  review  my  ways 

I  dread  impending  doom ; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 

u  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar  ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  mc, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  makes  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  1  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

146 

Afflictions  Sanctified  by  the  Word. 

1  O  how  I  love  the  holy  word, 
Thy  gracious  covenant,  O  Lord  ! 
It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  way, 
I  think  upon  it  all  the  day. 

2  What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth, 
The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health, 
What  are  all  joys,  compar'd  with  those 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows  ! 

3  Long  unafflicted,  undismay'd, 

In  pleasure's  path,  secure,  I  stray'd  ; 
Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chastening  rod  ; 
And  straight  I  tum'd  unto  my  God. 

4  What  though  it  piere'd  my  fainting  heart, 
I  bless  thine  hand  that  caus'd  the  smart ; 


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It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 

But  sav'd  me  from  eternal  woe. 
5  Oh,  hacTst  thou  left  me  unchastiscd, 

Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despis'd ; 

And  still  the  snare,  in  secret  laid, 

Had  my  unwary  feet  betray'd. 
G  I  love  thee,  therefore,  O  my  God, 

And  breathe  towards  thy  dear  abode ; 

"Where  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 

Thy  chosen  saints  forever  rest. 

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Temptation. 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky ; 

Out  of  the  depths  to  theo  I  call, 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 
And  guide  and  guard  mo  through  the  storm; 
Defend  me  from  each  threat'ning  ill, 
Control  the  waves,  say,  "  Teace  be  still." 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

-1  Dangers,  of  every  shape  and  name, 
Attend  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb, 
Who  leave  the  world's  deceitfxil  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tcmpest-tosVd,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek ; 
Let  neither  winds,  nor  stormy  rain, 
Force  back  my  shatter'd  bark  again. 


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148 

WHy  Art  Thou  Cast  Down  i 

1  Be  still,  my  heart !  these  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns  and  snares ; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Lord, 

And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  will  thou  now  give  place  to  fear ; 
1  low  canst  thou  want,  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 

3  When  first  before  his  mercy  seat 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit 

He  gave  thee  warrant,  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love  and  power. 

4  I  )id  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past. 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

5  Like  David,  thou  niay'st  comfort  draw 
kSav'd  from  the  bear's  and  lion's  paw, 
Goliath's  rage  I  may  defy, 

For  God,  my  Saviour,  still  is  nigh. 

G  lie,  who  has  help'd  me  hitherto, 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  Ebeuezers  to  his  praise. 

7  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  God : 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small. 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 


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149  s-  »■ 

Dependence. 

1  To  keep  the  lamp  alive, 

With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl ; 
'Tis  water  makes  the  willow  thrive, 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 

2  The  Lord's  unsparing  hand 

Supplies  the  living  stream  ; 
It  is  not  at  our  own  command, 
But  still  deriv'd  from  him. 

3  Beware  of  Peter's  word, 

Nor  confidently  say 
"  I  never  will  deny  thee,  Lord," 
But  grant  I  never  may.* 

4  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 

His  strength  in  God  alone  ; 
And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak 
"Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

5  Retreat  beneath  his  wings, 

And  in  his  grace  confide ; 
This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kingn, 

Than  all  your  works  beside. 
0  In  Jesus  is  our  store, 

Grace  issues  from  his  throne  ; 
Whoever  says  "  I  want  no  more," 

Confesses  he  has  none. 

150  ^  m. 

A  New  Year's  Hymn. 

1  Indulgent  Lord !  my  heart  would  raise 
Its  loud  hosannahs  to  thy  praise ; 
Thou,  my  protector,  ever  near, 
Hast  blest  me  with  another  year. 


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HYMNS  FOR 


2  Lord  !  hadst  thou  mark'd  my  follies  past, 
The  year  that's  gone  had  been  my  last ; 
So  ol't  thy  precepts  I  forgot, 

And  did  what  thou  hadst  told  me  not. 

3  Assist  me,  on  this  New  Year's  day, 
To  lift  my  heart  and  hands  to  pray ; 
Hear  thou  in  heav'n,  thou  pard'ning  God, 
And  save  me,  through  Immanuel's  blood. 

4  What  thousands,  Lord,  this  year  will  die  ! 
If  thou  should'st  bid  my  spirit  fly, 

O  may  it  mount  on  wings  of  love, 
To  dwell  with  saints  and  thee  above. 

5  But  should  I  still  on  earth  appear, 
I'd  love  and  serve  thee  all  the  year, 
And  hope  thy  goodness  to  adore 

In  heav'n,  where  years  are  known  no  more. 

151  x.M. 

1  Know  then,  that  every  one  is  free 
To  choose  his  life,  and  what  he'll  be  ; 
For  this  eternal  truth  is  given, 

That  God  will  force  no  man  to  heaven. 

2  He'll  draw,  persuade,  direct  him  right, 
Bless  him  with  wisdom,  love  and  light; 
In  nameless  ways  be  good  and  kind, 
But  never  force  the  human  mind. 

3  Freedom  and  reason  make  us  men ; 
Take  these  away,  what  are  Ave  then  ? 
Mere  animals,  and  just  as  well 

The  beast  might  think  of  heaven  and  hell. 

4  May  we  no  more  our  230wers  abuse, 
But  ways  of  truth  and  goodness  choose ; 


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Our  God  is  pleased  when  we  improve 
His  grace,  and  seek  the  world  above. 

5  From  God's  free  grace  salvation  flows, 
And  man  is  free  the  gift  to  choose ; 
Only  consenting  sinners  feel 
Rejected  grace  and  stubborn  will. 

0  They  who  despise,  grow  harder  still, 
They  that  adhere  lie  turns  their  will ; 
And  thus  despisers  sink  to  hell, 
While  those  that  hear,  in  glory  dwell. 

7  But  if  we  take  the  downward  road, 
And  make  in  hell  our  last  abode ; 
Our  God  is  clear,  and  we  shall  know 
We've  plunged  our  souls  in  endless  wo. 

8*sand6's. 
Rejoicing  and  Conflicts. 

1  And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest, 
That  only  joy  for  which  it  pants, 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain, 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain ; 
I  suffer  on  my  three-score  years, 

Till  my  deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 


120  HYMNS  FOR 

3  O,  what  has  Jesus  done  for  me  ! 

Before  my  ravish'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  paradise ; 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  blessings  there ; 
They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

4  O,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptured  host  to  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 
Give  joy  or  grief — give  care  or  pain — 

Take  life  or  friends  away — 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again, 

In  that  eternal  day. 

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Majesty  of  God, 

1  Awake,  my  drowsy  friends,  awake, 

And  sing  the  works  of  God ; 
He  makes  the  world  with  terror  quake, 
And  its  foundations  nod. 

2  Behold  the  heavens,  his  handy  work, 

And  while  on  them  you  gaze, 
Let  the  bright  stars  your  mind  instruct, 
Jehovah's  name  to  praise. 

3  Behold  the  sun,  whose  cheering  beams 

Give  radiance  to  the  day, 
Behold  the  mountains  and  the  streams, 
What  grandeur  they  display. 

4  Behold  the  boundless  ocean  roll 

Its  strong  insurgent  waves; 


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What  admiration  fills  the  soul, 
As  the  rough  shore  it  laves. 

5  Behold  the  black'ning  tempest  rise, 
What  awful  scenes  are  there  ! 
Loud  peals  of  thunder  rend  the  skies, 
And  vivid  lightnings  glare  ! 

0  In  these  behold  the  power  of  God, 

His  majesty  divine : 
He  shakes  creation  with  a  nod, 
And  says,  "  The  world  is  mine  !" 

7  This  Being  let  our  hearts  adore, 
While  on  his  works  we  gaze ; 
And  "  take  his  name  in  vain  "  no  more, 
But  bow,  his  name  to  praise. 

154         s.  m. 

The  Dismal  Road. 

1  Destruction's  dismal  road, 

What  multitudes  pursue , 
Yet  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God 
Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

2  Believers  enter  in, 

By  Christ,  the  living  gate ; 
While  they  who  will  not  leave  their  sin, 
Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

3  If  self  must  be  denied, 

And  sin  forsaken  quite ; 
They'd  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide, 
And  strive  to  think  it  right. 

4  Encompas'd  by  a  throng, 

On  numbers  they  depend ; 


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So  many  surely  can't  be  wrong, 
And  miss  a  nappy  end. 

5  But  numbers  are  no  mark 

That  men  will  ri^ht  be  found ; 
But  few  were  saved  in  Noah's  ark, 
And  many  millions  drown'd. 

G  Obey  the  gospel  call. 

And  enter  while  you  may ; 
The  flock  of  Christ  was  always  small, 
And  none  are  saved  but  they. 
7  They  always  were  despised 
By  men  who  do  oppose ; 
And  sinners  never  think  them  w  ise 
When  they  with  mercy  close. 

155         q.  m. 

1  What  poor  despised  company, 

Of  travellers  are  these ; 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 
Along  the  rugged  maze  ? 

2  Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 

And  lo  !  for  joy  they  sing. 
?j  Why  then  do  they  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despised  ? 
Because  of  their  rich  robes,  unseen, 

The  world  is  not  apprised. 
4  But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distress'd, 

And  lacking  daily  bread — 
Ah,  they're  of  boundless  wealth  po3sess'd, 

With  hidden  manna  fed. 


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5  But  why  keep  they  that  hidden  road, 

That  rugged  thorny  maze  ? 
Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod, 
They  love  anji  keep  his  ways. 

6  Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing-  path 

That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 
Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

7  What !  is  there  then  no  other  road 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? — 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
No  other  can  be  found. 

l&G  8's  and  G's. 

Bold  Soldiers. 

1  Bold  soldiers  all,  on  you  I  call, 

Although  you  are  but  few, 
"When  you've  done  all,  stand  fast  and  keep 

The  glorious  prize  in  view ! 
The  time  draws  nigh,  when  you  and  I 

Must  cross  bold  Jordan's  flood ; 
On  wings  of  love  we'll  soar  above, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

2  The  city  hath  foundations  twelve, 

And  golden  gates  the  same, 
All  paved,  and  set  with  diamonds  bright, 

On  each  engraved  a  name. 
All  round  this  glorious  city,  shine 

The  walls  of  dazzling  gold ; 
Nor  mortal  eye  can  reach  so  high, 

Those  glories  to  behold. 


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3  I  long  to  see  that  heavenly  place, 

And  to  return  no  more ; 
I  long  to  sing  redeeming  grace 

On  Canaan's  blissful  shore : 
I  long  to  see  my  blessed  God, 

Who  saved  my  soul  from  hell, 
I  long  to  see  my  brethren  there, 

Whom  I  do  love  so  -well. 

4  Bright  shining  armies  there  to  ]oin, 

Adoring  round  the  throne, 
And  everlasting  praises  sing 

To  the  great  Three  in  One. 
There  parents,  and  their  children  too, 

May  join  the  heavenly  throng — 
I  hope  to  meet  my  brethren  there, 

And  then  renew  my  song. 

5  My  soul  is  rising,  while  I  sing, 

Towards  the  blissful  goal ; 
I  feel  the  love  of  Christ,  my  King, 

Now  running  through  my  soul : 
My  soul  is  struggling  to  be  gone 

To  those  bright  worlds  above. 
To  shout  and  sing  redeeming  grace 

In  strains  of  perfect  love. 

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O,  who  will  Rise. 

1  O,  who  will  rise  and  go  with  me  ? 

I'm  bound  fair  Canaan's  land  to  see : 
I'll  join  with  those  who're  gone  before 
To  realms  where  sorrows  are  no  more. 

2  A  few  more  rolling  years  at  most 

Will  land  my  soul  on  Canaan's  coast ; 


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There,  on  the  mount  of  sweet  repose, 
I'll  bid  adieu  to  all  my  woes. 

3  O  may  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

And  never  end  the  blessed  song ; 
O  may  I  always  persevere, 
And  never  stop  till  I  get  there. 

4  O  what  a  happy  time  'twill  bo, 

When  I  my  friends  in  heaven  shall  see ; 
"When  we  shall  reach  that  happy  shore, 
There  we  may  tell  our  suffering  o'er. 

5  O  what  a  happy  company ! 

May  I  be  there  that  sight  to  see, 
And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 

G  I  little  thought  he  was  so  nigh ; 

His  presence  makes  me  leap  with  joy, 
lie  said,    I'm  come  for  thee,  my  love, 
I  have  a  place  for  thee  above. 

7  Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land : 
My  hand  again  I  give  to  thee, 
Hoping  thy  face  in  heaven  to  see. 

158  C.  M. 

Tiie  Nativity  of  C  hrist 

1  While  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks,  by  night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind,) 


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"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
"  To  you  and  all  mankind  ! 

3  "To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 
"  Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
"A  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 
"  And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 

1  "  The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find, 
"  To  human  view  display' cl. 
"All  meanly  wrapp'd  in  swathiug  bands, 
"  And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith, 
Appear' d  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God  on  high, 
And  thus  address' d  their  song: 

0  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

"And  to  the  earth  be  peace ;  [men, 
"Goodwill,  henceforth,  from  heaven  to 
"  Begin,  and  never  cease." 

C.  M. 

Invitation  to  the  Gospel  Feast. 

1  Come  to  the  glorious  gospel  feast, 

Ho !  every  one  that  will ; 
O  come,  ye  starving  souls,  and  taste 
Those  joys  that  none  can  tell. 

2  Ariso,  ye  mortals  that  are  sad, 

And  bord'ring  on  despair; 
Lo  !  there  is  balm  in  Gilead, 
And  a  Physician  there. 

3  Look  to  the  Saviour's  bleeding  side, 

Behold  the  purple  gore  ! 


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It  was  for  wounded  souls  he  died, 
The  sin-sick  to  restore. 

4  Behold  him  on  the  shameful  tree, 

With  arms  extended  wide ; 
For  wretched  sinners,  such  as  we, 
The  bleeding  Saviour  died. 

5  "  'Tis  fmish'd,"  said  his  dying-  breath, 

Conquer'd  are  death  and  hell ; 
That  rebels,  doom'd  to  endless  death, 
May  in  his  bosom  dwell. 

0  Come,  then,  receive  his  grace,  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
Till  we  arrive  with  him  to  dwell 

In  the  bright  world  above. 
7  No  sin,  nor  foe  shall  enter  fchere, 

To  wound  our  peaceful  breast ; 
But  boundless  love,  unminglcd  joy, 

And  everlasting  rest. 

100      o.  m. 

1  Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend ; 

As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace ; 

Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wond'rous  advocate  with  God, 

1  yield  myself  to  thee ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 


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4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free : 
Then  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppressed  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 

Do  thou  remember  me. 
C  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature -helps  all  flee; 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer,  God, 

I  pray  remember  me. 

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Preaching  the  Gospel  Free. 

1  I  hear  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 

An  organ  I  shall  be, 
To  sound  aloud  redeeming  love, 
And  sinner's  misery. 

2  My  honor'd  parents,  fare  you  well, 

My  Jesus  doth  me  call ; 
I  leave  you  here  with  God,  until 

I  meet  you  once  for  all. 
o  My  dear  connections  I'll  forsake, 

My  parents  and  their  house, 
And  to  the  wilderness  betake, 

To  pay  the  Lord  my  vows. 

4  I'll  leave  the  joy  that  art  can  yield, 

Or  nature  can  afford, 
And  wear  the  shield  into  the  field, 
To  wait  upon  the  Lord. 

5  Then  through  the  wilderness  I'll  run, 

Preaching  the  gospel  free ; 


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0  bo  not  anxious  for  your  son. 
The  Lord  will  comfort  me. 

6  And  if  through  preaching  I  should  gain 

True  subjects  to  my  Lord, 
'Twill  more  than  recompense  my  pain, 
To  see  them  love  his  word. 

7  My  soul  doth  wish  Mount  Zion  well, 

Whate'er  becomes  of  me  ; 
There  my  best  friends  and  kindred  dwell, 
And  there  I  long  to  be. 

The  Day  of  the  Lord  Will  Come  as  a 
Thief' in  the  Night.  Peter,  iii.  IO. 

1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "depart." 

3  The  thunder  of  that  awful  word 

W ould  so  torment  my  ear, 
'T would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  What,  to  be  banish'd  from  my  Lord, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
And  death  forever  lly  ! 

5  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 

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And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  cannot  taste  his  love  ! 

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To  Die  as  Moses  Did. 

1  Death  cannot  make  my  soul  afraid, 

If  God  be  with  me  there ; 
Soft  is  the  passage  through  tho  shade, 
And  all  the  prospect  fair. 

2  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promised  land, 
My  soul  would  long  her  flesh  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

3  I  would  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid, 
And  run,  if  I  were  called  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 

4  Swift  to  the  place  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  triumphant  reign, 
My  soul  shall  wing  her  joyful  flight. 
From  sorrow,  sin  and  pain. 

5  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never- with'ring  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  stream,  divides 
That  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

6  Could  I  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  death's  dark  vale  or  icy  flood 
Should  fright  me  from  the  shore. 

7  Clasped  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  to  breathe, 
And  lose  my  life  amidst  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 


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Taking  up  the  Cross. 

88  and  rs—G>'ant- 

1  Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken. 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped  or  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too : 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me  ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright, 

3  Go,  then  earthly  fame  and  treasure ; 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  : 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure; 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain, 
Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, — 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, — 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 

4  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith,  and  wing'd  by  prayer 
Heaven's  eternal  days  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  right,  and  prrayer  to  praise. 


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C.  M. 


1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  beliover's  ear  ! 
It  sooths  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds., 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding  place ; 
My  never  failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 

My  prophet,  priest  and  king ; 
My  lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 

I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 
0  Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


1  Jesus,  we  love  thy  name, 
And  thee  we  will  adore ; 
And  when  we  feel  this  heav'nly  llame. 
We  long  to  love  thee  more. 


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2  Thy  name  is  all  our  trust ; 

Thy  name  is  solid  peace 
Thy  name  is  everlasting  rest, 
When  other  names  shall  ccr  se. 

3  There,  ravish'd  with  thy  name, 

We  never  more  shall  rove ; 
There  sound  thine  everlasting  fame, 
And  solace  in  thy  love. 

4  Thy  name  shall  be  our  praise ; 

Thy  name  shall  be  our  joy; 
Thy  name,  through  everlasting  days, 
Shall  countless  tongues  employ. 

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1  Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear 

As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  my  Saviour  here ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same. 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms 
Pie  clasp1  d  the  holy  child  ! 

0  "Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried: 

"  Behold  thy  servant  dies ! 
I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 
And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

1  This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  shine 

Upon  the  gentile  lands ! 
Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands." 
5  Jesus,  the  vision  of  thy  face 
JIath  overpowering  charms ! 


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Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 

If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 
(3  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  break, 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll ; 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 

And  glory  in  my  soul. 

1G8  C.  M. 

1  Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve : 

3  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 

Whatever  may  oppose. 
o  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess, 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives, 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try, 
For  if  I  stay  away  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 


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7  But  if  I  die  with  mercy  Bought 
When  I  the  King  have  tried, 
This  were  to  die,  delightful  thought, 
As  sinner  never  died. 

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1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  "  Ho  I  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toils 
To  fill  an  empty  mind : 

3  "  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  "  Ho!  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  "  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join, 

Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 
**  [Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 
Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 

That  will  not  hide  your  sin  : 
Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 
In  robes  prepared  by  God, 


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Wrought  by  the  labors  of  his  Son, 
And  dyed  in  his  own  blood.]" 

8  Dear  God,  the  troasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins. 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day, 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

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1  Sinners,  exposed  to  dreadful  woe, 
Arise,  and  to  King  Jesus  go; 
Your  guilt  confess,  his  favor  seek, 
And  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  speak. 

2  Fear  not  the'law ;  'tis  grace  that  reigns, 
Jesus  the  sinner's  cause  maintains, 

lie  ransomed  rebels  with  his  blood, 
And  now  he  intercedes  with  God. 

3  To  him  approach  with  fervent  prayer, 
And  if  you  perish,  perish  there, 
Resolved  at  Jesus'  feet  to  lie, 
Sueing  for  mercy  till  you  die. 

4  Like  Esther,  venture  near  the  throne 
And  make  your  supplication  known, 
Tell  him  the  cause  of  all  your  grief, 
And  he  will  grant  you  quick  relief. 

3  Thrice  happy  souls,  who  thus  address 
The  God  of  love  and  boundless  grace ; 
Jesus  will  such  completely  save, 
And  life  eternal  they  shall  have. 


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171 

1  My  sorrows,  like  a  flood, 

Impatient  of  restraint, 
Into  thy  bosom,  O  my  God, 
Pour  out  a  long  complaint. 

2  This  impious  heart  of  mine 

Could  once  deny  the  Lord, 
Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  sin 
In  presence  of  his  sword. 

3  But  now,  o'ercome  by  love, 

Here  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  die. 

4  "Rise,"  says  the  Saviour,  "rise, 

Behold  my  wounded  veins, 
Here  flows  a  crimson  flood 
To  wash  away  thy  stains. 

5  "  See,  God  k  reconciled, 

Behold  his  smiling  face  !" 
Let  joyful  cherubs  clap  their  wings, 
And  sound  aloud  his  grace. 

1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days ; 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  V 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 


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3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
May  thy  blessed  wings,  Celestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  home. 

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1  Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 

And  triumph  in  my  God ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  deep  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love, 

Beneath  my  soul  he  plac'd ; 
And  on  the  Rock  of  Ages  set, 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode, 

Is  wall'd  around  with  grace ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  sharpest  spite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  power. 
G  Arise  my  soul,  awake  my  voice, 
And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing; 


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Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

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1  My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 

And  bids  the  world  farewell; 
Base  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  mischievous  as  hell. 

2  Xo  longer  will  I  ask  your  love, 

Nor  seek  your  friendship  more ; 
The  happiness  that  I  approve, 
Is  not  within  your  power. 

3  There's  nothing  round  the  spacious  earth 

That  suits  my  large  desire  ; 
To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth, 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

4  Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road ; 
There  sits  my  Saviour  dress'din  love, 
And  there  my  smiling  God. 

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1  How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ; 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky, 

Shine  with  deceitful  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
"Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 


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How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds. 
And  leave  but  half  to  God  ! 
4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
Plow  strong-  it  strikes  the  sense ; 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 
o  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  soul's  eternal  food, 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

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1  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away; 

Away,  ye  temples  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair ! 
And  whilst  I  listcn'd  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

•J  Lord  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  sea 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands  and  glance  my  eye: 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 
o  There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 


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1  Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 

No  other  help  I  know ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  son  endure 

Before  I  drew  my  breath ; 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death ! 

i>  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believo, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power, 
Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary  longing  eyes, 
O  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die ; 

O  speak,  and  I  shall  live ; 
And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie 
Till  thou  thy  spirit  give. 
0  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice, 
Could  they  but  see  thy  face ; 

0  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pardoning  grace  ! 

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1  Behold  the  throne  of  grace : 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 


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2  That  rich  atoning  blood, 

Which,  sprinkled  round,  I  see 
Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God, 
An  all  prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold ; 
Since  his  own  blood  for  thee  he  spilt, 
What  else  will  he  withhold  ? 

4  Beyond  thy  utmost  wants 

His  love  of  power  can  bless ; 
To  praying  souls  he  always  grants 
More  than  they  can  express. 

5  Since  'tis  the  Lord's  command, 

My  mouth  I  open  wide ; 
Lord,  open  thou  thy  bounteous  hand, 

That  I  may  be  supplied. 
Q  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  my  will  to  thine ; 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 

And  then  in  glory  shine. 

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1  Since  I  have  placed  my  trust  in  God, 

A  refuge  always  nigh, 
Why  should  I,  like  a  tim'rous  bird, 
To  distant  mountains  fly  ? 

2  Since  I  have  faith  in  Christ  my  head, 

A  refuge  for  my  soul, 
Why  should  my  tim'rous  spirit  dread, 
Though  threat'ning  billows  roll. 

3  Let  sinners  dread,  who  have  no  God, 

The  wrath  that  is  to  come, 


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But  those  who  trust  the  eternal  word 
May  force  their  passage  home. 

4  The  ground  of  all  my  joys  bo  this, 

A  conscience  pure  within, 
That  in  sincere  and  Godly  bliss, 
My  christian  life  hath  been. 

5  The  Lord  Jehovah  is  my  friend, 

My  shepherd  and  my  guide, 
He  loves  the  faithful  to  the  end, 
Whose  feet  do  never  slide. 

ISO 

1  Not  with  our  mortal  eyes, 

Have  we  beheld  the  Lord ; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name 
And  love  to  read  his  word. 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face, 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow, 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heaven  begins  below. 

181  M. 

1  While  others  their  salvation  rest 

On  outward  forms  or  distant  heavon, 
I  want  God's  kingdom  in  my  breast, 
And  there  to  feel  my  sins  forgiven. 

2  Some  make  their  boast  of  cancelled  sin 

Before  the  world  or  they  were  made, 


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And  while  they  have  a  hell  within, 
Imagine  God  there  heaven  decreed. 

3  Or  others  think  the  law  fulfilled 

By  Jesus,  when  he  bled  and  died, 
Has  freed  their  souls  from  endless  guilt, 
Although  his  blood  be  not  applied. 

4  Hut  I  can  trust  to  no  decree, 

Or  law  fulfilled  by  Jesus  Christ, 
Cut  that  which  works  a  change  in  me, 
And  brings  mo  to  the  Gospel  feast. 

5  I  am  by  nature  dead  in  sin, 

My  soul  bound  down  with  heavy  chains, 
Then  Christ  must  be  my  life  within, 
Or  else  my  soul  in  death  remains. 

6  Then  in  my  heart,  O  Jesus,  reign 

With  thy  blest  kingdom,  all  divine;, 
Remove  my  death,  break  every  chain, 
And  mako  my  spirit  pure  as  thine. 

7  Then  shall  I  be  forever  blest, 

From  all  my  sins  and  sorrows  free, 
A  peaceful  kingdom  in  my  breast, 
And  I  forever  reign  with  thee. 

IS* 

1  If  God  so  loved  our  race, 

To  give  his  only  son, 
Lord,  let  me  feel  thy  heavenly  grace, 
And  know  the  gift  my  own. 

2  It's  not  a  heaven  to  come 

My  soul  can  satisfy, 
Nor  can  I  feel  myself  at  home 
But  with  my  Saviour  nigh. 


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3  0  God  thy  heavens  bow, 

These  parting  walls  remove, 
Let  me  begin  my  glory  now, 
And  here  enjoy  thy  love. 

4  Shine,  O  thou  Morning  Star, 

And  bring  celestial  day ; 
Far  from  my  soul,  O  Jesus,  far 

Expel  these  clouds  away. 
~)  Scenes  of  immortal  joy, 

Are  my  supreme  desire, 
To  live  and  die  in  thy  employ, 

Then  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

183  E-  H. 

1  O  for  a  taste  of  life  divine, 

To  feed  this  hungry  soul  of  mine ; 

I  want  the  Son  of  God,  to  know, 

And  taste  of  heaven  while  here  bolow. 

2  If  I  were  sure  that  I  should  have 
A  crown  of  joy  beyond  the  grave, 
Yet  that  alone  wo'nt  do  for  me, 

I  want  while  here  with  God  to  be. 

3  Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  go, 

I  want  those  joys  of  heaven  to  know ; 
I  want  the  power  of  sin  subdued, 
And  feel  my  precious  soul  renewed. 

4  I  do  not  want  a  Christian's  name, 
Without  the  nature  of  the  Lamb ; 
I  want  to  bid  all  loves  adieu 

But  Christ  my  Lord,  and  him  pursue. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  thou  my  all  must  be  ; 

O  give  me  strength  to  walk  with  thee ; 
10 


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Without  a  rival  rule  my  heart, 
And  never  let  me  from  thee  part. 


1  I  want  a  change  to  feel— 

A  change  that  God  will  own, 
A  change  that  saves  from  sin  and  hell  : 
In  Jesus  found  alone. 

2  O  !  change  this  heart  of  stone, 

Almighty  Power  divine, 
For  none  but  God's  free  grace  alone 
Can  such  a  heart  refine. 

3  And  when  this  change  takes  place, 

Before  thy  feet  I'll  wait, 
That  I  by  thy  unchanging  grace 
All  changing  schemes  may  hate. 

4  This  change  will  show  the  love 

That  Jesus  bears  for  me ; 
This  change  will  lead  to  joys  above 
Where  no  more  change  will  be. 


1  Let  strife  forever  cease, 

And  envy  quit  the  field ; 
Come,  join  and  live  in  love  and  peace, 
And  to  the  Gospel  yield. 

2  Let  bitter  words  no  more 

Among  the  saints  remain ; 
Let  every  member,  every  hour, 
Submit  to  Jesus'  reign. 

3  One  Lord  we  have  to  fear, 

One  faith  we  all  confess, 


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S.  M. 


185 


S.  M. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


147 


And  all  to  one  baptism  adhere, 
And  magnify  free  grace. 

4  Then  why  should  we  contend 

For  meat,  and  drink,  and  dress. 
And  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  pierce  his  wounds  afresh. 

5  When  bitter  words  arise, 

Then  Satan  has  his  ends  ; 
We  wound  the  heart  and  hands  of  Christ 
Amidst  his  chosen  friends. 

6  No  more  we'll  feed  the  flame, 

Nor  judge  ourselves  too  wise ; 
But  search,  with  care,  to  find  the  beam 
That  lurks  within  our  eyes. 

7  Then  to  the  world  we'll  prove 

That  we  disciples  are  ; 
When  they  behold  us  walk  in  love, 
They'll  say,  M  The  Lord  is  there." 

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1  Keligion  is  the  chief  concern 

( )f  mortals  here  below ; 
3 [ay  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 
Nor  reputation,  food,'  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage. 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 


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4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin 

Through  my  remaining  days, 
And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire, 

Let  warm  affections  rise ; 
And  may  I  wait,  with  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies. 

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1  My  heart  how  dreadful  hard  it  is, 

How  heavy  here  it  lies — 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breast, 
Just  like  a  rock  of  ice. 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  sits 

Upon  thiB  llinty  throne, 
And  every  grace  lies  buried  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  stone. 

3  How  seldom  do  I  rise  to  God, 

Or  taste  the  joys  above : 
This  mountain  presses  down  my  faith 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  smiling  mercy  courts  my  soul 

With  all  its  heavenly  charms, 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP. 


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This  stubborn,  this  relentless  thing, 
Would  thrust  it  from  mine  arms. 

5  Against  the  thunders  of  thy  Word 
Rebellious  I  have  stood ; 
My  heart,  it  shakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6.  Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  rock  of  mine 
In  thine  own  crimson  sea ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

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The  Joyful  Sound  of  Salvation. 

1  Salvation !    O  the  joyful  sound : 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears; 
A  healing  balm  for  every  wound ; 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine. 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !    Let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around. 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  Salvation !    O  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs. 
Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts, 
And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 


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H  Y  M  N  S  . 


189 


C.  M. 


1  In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  In  vain  the  world  and  satan  try 

My  journey  to  delay ; 
"  Hinder  ine  not,"  to  both  I  cry, 
For  God  hath  crowned  my  way. 

3  Since  Christ,  my  dear  exalted  Lord, 

My  soul  to  him  hath  wed, 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  nor  friends  nor  foes, 
I'll  follow  him,  my  Head. 

4  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

5  Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 

To  my  Immanuel's  land. 
G  And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, 
"Hinder  me  not,"  come,  welcome  death, 

I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


1  Down  to  the  water  side, 

Behold  thy  children  Lord ; 
With  freedom  come  to  follow  thee, 
And  make  thy  word  their  guide. 


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BAPTISM. 


151 


2  The  glorious  son  of  God, 

To  John  the  Baptist  came, 
Went  meekly  down  bold  J ordan's  banks, 
And  was  baptized  by  him. 

3  This  by  the  Saviour  done, 

Fulfill'd  all  righteousness, 
And  God  the  father  own'd  his  son, 
In  whom  he  is  well  pleas' d. 

4  Let  each  believer  view 

This  blest  example  given, 
And  prove  their  love  to  his  commands, 
And  follow  him  to  heaven. 

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1  How  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work 

Which  we  attend  to-day  ! 
Now  for  a  holy,  solemn  frame, 
O  God,  to  thee  we  pray. 

2  O  may  we  feel,  as  once  we  felt, 

When  pain'd  and  griev'd  at  heart, 
Thy  kind,  forgiving,  melting  look, 
Reliev'd  our  every  smart. 

o  Let  graces  then  in  exercise, 
Be  exercis'd  again; 
And  nurtur'd  by  celestial  power, 
In  exercise  remain. 

4  Awake  our  love,  our  fear,  our  hope ! 
Wake,  fortitude  and  joy; 
Vain  world,  begone !  let  things  above 
Our  happy  thoughts  employ. 


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HYMNS. 


5  Whilst  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  God, 
To  all  around  we  own ; 
Drive  each  rebellious,  rival  lust, 
Each  traitor,  from  the  throne. 
G  Instruct  our  minds,  our  wills  subdue, 
To  heaven  our  passions  raise, 
That  hence  our  lives,  our  all,  may  be 
Devoted  to  thy  praise. 

1  Hither  we  come,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Obedient  to  thy  sacred  word ; 

'Tis  thou  hast  called  our  hearts  to  flee 
From  sense  and  sin,  and  follow  thee. 

2  Here,  ranged  along  the  water's  side, 
Where  gently  rolls  the  silent  tide, 
O  what  on  earth  can  sweeter  be, 
Than  thus  to  come  and  follow  thee  ! 

3  When  wanderers  in  the  vale  of  tears, 
Enslaved  by  sin,  and  doubts,  and  fears, 
Then  didst  thou  come  our  souls  to  free, 
And  gav'st  us  grace  to  follow  thee. 

4  When  darkness  did  our  souls  enshroud, 
And  o'er  our  heads  the  storm  was  loud, 
W e  saw  no  way  from  wrath  to  flee, 
But  to  obey  and  follow  thee. 

5  While  others  walk  the  downward  road. 
That  onward  leads  to  death's  abode, 
Adored  be  thy  grace,  that  we 

May  take  our  cross  and  follow  thee. 
G  Thou  wast  baptized  beneath  the  wave, 
The  emblem  of  thy  future  grave ; 


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O,  while  the  way  so  plain  we  see, 
What  can  we  do  but  follow  thee  ! 
7  Though  others,  by  tradition  led, 

Refuse  the  path  which  thou  didst  tread — 
To  be  baptized  our  joy  shall  be ; 
Thus  we  will  follow  none  but  thee. 

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1  Dear  Lord,  and  has  thy  pardoning  blood 

Redeem'd  a  wretch  so  vile  ! 
Then  kindly  bid  each  cloud  remove, 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile. 

2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endur'd, 

And  all  its  shame  despised  ? 
And  shall  I  be  ashamed,  O  Lord, 
With  thee  to  be  baptized  ? 

3  Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  ? 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed 

That's  worthy  of  my  God  ? 
i  Dear  Lord,  the  ardor  of  thy  love 

Reproves  my  cold  delays, 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 

In  thy  delightful  ways. 

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1  In  such  a  grave  as  this, 

The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
When  he  our  souls  to  seek  and  save, 
Lcarn'd  humbly  to  obey. 

2  See  how  the  spotless  Lamb 

Descends  into  the  stream, 


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HYMNS. 


And  teaches  us  to  imitate 
What  him  so  well  became. 

3  Let  sinners  wash  away 

Their  sins  of  crimson  dye ; 
Buried  with  him,  their  vilest  sins 
Shall  in  oblivion  lie. 

4  Rise  and  ascend  with  him, 

A  heavenly  life  to  live, 
Who  came  to  ransom  guilty  men, 
And  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

5  Lord,  see  the  sinner's  tears ! 

Hear  his  repenting  cry ! 
Speak,  and  his  contrite  heart  shall  live, 

Speak,  and  his  sins  shall  die. 
G  Send  down  the  heavenly  dove 

Which  lit  upon  the  Lamb, 
In  witness  of  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  all  our  souls  inflame. 

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1  What  lovely  band  is  this  I  see, 
All  singing  in  sweet  harmony ; 
Uniting  round  the  water  side, 
And  praising  Jesus  crucified  ? 

2  These  are  the  followers  of  the  Lamb ; 
Here  they  are  come  to  own  his  name ; 
Their  humble  strains  ascend  the  skies ; 
In  faith  they're  come  to  be  baptized. 

3  This  brings  to  view  the  ancient  days, 
When  first  the  gospel  church  was  rais'd; 
No  other  mode  was  then  devis'd — 
Believing  souls  were  thus  baptized. 


B  A  P  T  ISM. 


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4  Baptized  into  the  Saviour's  death, 
Arising,  lived  the  life  of  faith  ; 
Giving  to  Christ,  the  Lord,  the  praise, 
By  walking  in  his  humble  ways. 


1  In  pleasure  sweet  here  we  do  meet, 

Down  by  the  water  side ; 
And  here  we  stand,  by  Christ's  command, 
To  wait  upon  his  bride. 

2  Here  we  will  bid  the  world  "farewell," 

To  practice  his  command ; 
This  is  the  road  that  leads  to  God, 

The  way  to  Canaan's  land. 
o  Now  we  will  sing  to  Christ  our  King, 

Our  souls  shall  give  him  thanks, 
Who  came  to  Jordan  unto  John, 

And  went  down  J  ordan's  banks. 

4  Come,  sinners  all,  obey  the  call, 

"  Repent  and  be  baptized;" 
Forsake  your  sins  and  follow  him, 
Till  you  in  glory  rise. 

5  We've  found  the  road  that  leads  to  God, 

The  way  of  holiness ; 
We'll  follow  him  where'er  he  goes, 
For  all  his  paths  are  peace. 


1  Gaze  on,  spectators,  while  we  show 
Obedience  to  the  Lamb, 
And  wonder,  while  you  gaze,  that  you 
Forbear  to  do  the  same. 


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C.  M. 


197 


C.  M. 


156 


II  Y  MNS  . 


2  "Come,  seethe  place  where  Jesus  lay," 
An  angel  said  of  old ; 
We  say  the  same ;  his  grave,  you  may 
In  water  here  behold. 

0  Buried  in  Jordan  was  our  Lord, 

As  well  as  in  the  tomb, 
And  in  obedience  to  his  word 
We  imitate  the  Lamb. 

4  This  obedience  is  plainly  given, 
In  God's  eternal  Word  ; 
Though  not  to  save  or  take  to  heaven, 
But  show  we  love  the  Lord. 

IDS  8.  M. 

The  Lord's  Supper. 

1  Jesus  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  God. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flesh ; 

lie  bids  us  drink  his  blood  ; 
Amazing  favor,  matchless  grace 
Of  our  redeeming  God. 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  ! 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love. 
And  he  the  first-born  son. 


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5  We  are  but  several  parts 
Of  the  same  broken  bread, 
The  body,  with  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  head. 
6*  Let  all  our  powers  be  join'd 
His  glorious  name  to  raise ; 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind. 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

1  'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  aucl  biess'd  and  brake  ; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran, 
Wbat  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake. 

3  '  'This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin, 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food;" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blessed  the  wine. 
u  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 

4  "  Do  this,"  ho  cried,  "  till  time  shall  fend, 

Moot  at  my  table  and  record, 
In  memory  of  your  dying  friend. 
The  love  of  your  ascended  Lord." 

2SOO 

1  That  doleful  night  before  his  death, 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Did  almost  with  his  latest  breath 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 


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HYMNS. 


2  To  keep  the  feast,  Lord,  wc  are  met. 

And  to  remember  thee  : 
Help  each  poor  trembler  to  repeat, 
u  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

3  Thy  suffering's,  Lord,  each  sainted  sign 

To  our  remembrance  brings; 
We  eat  the  bread  and  drink  the  wine. 
But  think  on  nobler  things. 

4  O  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 

Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 
To  sing  hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  me. 

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1  To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 

(Dear  name  by  heaven  and  earth  ador'd) 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise, 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  while  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  humbly  worship  at  his  feet, 

O  let  our  warm  affections  move 
In  glad  return  of  grateful  love  ! 

4  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wondrous  love  display'd, 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful,  agonizing  pains. 


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5  Let  humble,  penitential  wo, 
With  painful,  pleasing-  anguish  flow, 
And  thy  forgiving  smiles  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

1  Here  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 

To  worship  and  adore  ; 
Present  our  Saviour  crucified, 
And  tell  his  suff  rings  o'er. 

2  By  faith  we  view  thee  crucified, 

While  we  partake  this  bread  : 
And  look  upon  thy  wounded  side, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands  and  head. 

3  We  view  thy  streaming  blood,  dear  Lord, 

While  we  partake  this  wine; 
Can  all  in  heaven  or  earth  afford 
Such  dying  love  as  thine  ? 

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Welcome  to  the  Tabic. 

1  This  is  the  feast  of  heavenly  wine, 

And  God  invites  to  sup ; 
The  juices  of  the  living  vine 
Were  press' d  to  fill  the  cup. 

2  Oh,  bless  the  Saviour,  ye  that  eat, 

With  royal  dainties  fed ; 
Not  heav'n  affords  a  costlier  treat, 
For  Jesus  is  the  bread ! 

3  The  vile,  the  lost,  he  calls  to  them, 

Yet  trembling  souls  appear ! 
The  righteous  in  their  own  esteem 
Have  no  acceptance  here. 


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HYMNS. 


4.  Approach,  ye  poor,  nor  dare  refuse 
The  banquet  spread  for  you ; 

Dear  Saviour,  this  is  welcome  news. 
Then  I  may  venture  too. 

5.  If  guilt  and  sin  afford  a  plea, 

And  may  obtain  a  place ; 
Surely  the  Lord  will  welcome  me, 
And  I  shall  see  his  face. 


1  At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast  : 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  tho  board, 
And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 
3  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died  ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  the  cause ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  mako  our  triumph  in  his  cross. 

4  AVith  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  who  was  dead  has  left  the  tomb, 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 


1  tl  This  do  in  memory  of  your  friend," 
Was  the  Redeemer's  last  request, 
Who  all  the  pangs  of  death  endur'd, 
That  we  might  live  forever  blest. 


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SOS 


L.  M. 


lord's  supper. 


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2  Thus,  we'll  record  thy  matchless  grace, 

Tliou  dearest,  tonderest,  best  of  friends  I 
Thy  dying  love  the  noblest  praise 
Of  vast  eternity  transcends. 

2  'Tis  pleasure,  more  than  earth  can  give, 
Thy  goodness  through  these  veils  to  see  ! 
Thy  table,  food  celestial  yield, 
And  happy  they  who  sit  with  thee. 

4  But  oh,  what  vast  transporting  joys 

Shall  all  our  breasts  and  tongues  inspire, 
When  join'd  with  the  celestial  train, 
Thy  love  and  goodness  to  admire ! 

5  When  these  vile  bodies,  all  refin'd, 

Shall  rise  in  likeness  to  thine  own, 
Then  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join, 
And  bow  around  thy  sapphire  throne. 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast; 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  8ee  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms : 

lie  calls,  he  bids  you  come, 
O  stay  not  back,  though  fear  alarms, 
For  yet  there  still  is  room. 

3  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above  ! 

4  There  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  the  eternal  throne, 
11 


162 


HYMNS. 


Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

5  And  yet,  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come ; 
Yet  happy  souls  the  grace  adore  ; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

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1  The  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreads, 

And  danties  crown  the  board, 
Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delights  afford. 

2  Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men 

And  endless  life  are  given  ! 
And  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

3  Yet  hungry  poor,  who  long  have  stay'd 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come, 
Come  from  the  hedges  and  highway, 
And  grace  will  find  you  room. 

4  Thousands  of  souls  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here, 
And  thousands  more,  still  on  the  way, 

Around  the  board  appear. 
3  Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large 

That  millions  more  may  come ; 
Nor  could  the  wide  assembled  world 

O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

6  All  things  are  ready,  enter  in, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame : 
Come,  take  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  donor's  name. 


lord's  supper. 


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C,  M. 


1  That  doleful  night  before  his  death, 

The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 
Did,  almost  with  his  latest  breath 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

2  Eat,  O  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries. 

The  feast  was  made  for  you  ; 
For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumph'd  too. 

■j  With  humble  faith  and  thankful  heart, 
Lord,  we  accept  thy  love ; 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above  % 

I  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 
Join  all  your  praising-  powers; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming-  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

5  O  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 
Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 
To  sing  hosanna  to  the  Lamb — 
9       The  Lamb  that  died  for  me. 


1  The  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief, 

Thy  sufferings  and  thy  death, 
"We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  faith. 

2  The  tokens  sent  us,  to  relieve 

Our  spirits  when  they  droop, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  hope. 


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3  The  pledges  thou  wast  pleased  to  leave 

Our  slothful  minds  to  move, 
We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  love. 

4  Here,  in  obedience  to  thy  word, 

We  take  the  bread  and  wine ; 
The  utmost  we  can  do,  dear  Lord. 
For  all  beyond  is  thine. 

5  Increase  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love ; 

Lord,  give  us  all  that's  good ; 
We  would  thy  full  salvation  prove, 
And  share  thy  flesh  and  blood. 

•>.JO  CM. 

1  Disrobed  of  all  his  heavenly  dress, 

The  Saviour  came  to  earth ; 
Cloth'd  in  a  veil  of  mortal  flesh, 
And  bow'd  his  head  in  death. 

2  That  awful  night  in  which,  betray'd, 

He  introduced  the  feast, 
Which  we,  my  Mends,  have  seen  display 'd, 

Where  each  has  been  a  guest.  * 
,3  The  solemn  scene  about  to  close, 

To  make  the  whole  complete, 
He  meekly  from  communion  rose 

And  washed  his  servants1  feet. 

4  uTo  each,"  he  said,  "let  others  do, 

As  I,  your  Lord,  have  done ; 
The  heavenly  pattern  still  pursue, 
In  form  as  I  have  shown." 

5  Since  Christ  has  the  example  set, 

And  left  it  on  record ; 


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We'll  humbly  wash  each  other's  feet, 
Obedient  to  his  word. 

an 

1  Jesus,  the  Lord,  who  gi^oan'd  and  died. 

Arising  from  communion  sweet, 
Disrobed,  his  garments  laid  aside, 
And  washed  the  dear  disciples'  feet. 

2  "  Know  you,"  he  said,  "  what  I  have  done  V 

Ye  call  me  Lord,  and  Master  too,— 
I  have  you  an  example  shown, 
And  as  I've  done,  ye  ought  to  do." 

3  Seo,  through  this  robe,  that  glorious  dross, 

Which  Christ  in  love  laid  humbly  by  : 
Clothed  in  a  veil  of  mortal  flesh, 
For  man  to  suffer,  bleed  and  die. 

4  Was  he  begirt  with  napkin  round  J 

Learn  hence  that  Christ  the  Lord  would  be, 
While  here  below,  a  pattern  found- 
Servant  of  all,  of  you,  of  me  1 

5  His  washing  the  disciples'  feet, 

Proclaims  his  cleansing,  healing  power  ; 
His  re-assuming  all  complete, 
The  great,  the  grand,  triumphant  hour. 

6  With  Christ  our  pattern  thus  in  view, 

While  here  we  hold  communion  sweet. 
As  he  commands  we'll  joyful  do, 
And  meekly  wash  each  other's  feet. 

1  When  Jesus  Christ  was  here  below, 
He  taught  his  people  what  to  do ; 


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And  if  we  would  his  precepts  keep, 
We  must  attend  to  washing  feet. 

2  For  on  that  night  he  was  betray'd, 
He  for  us  all  a  pattern  laid ; 
Soon  as  his  supper  he  did  eat, 

He  rose  and  wash'd  his  followers1  feet. 

3  The  Lord  who  made  the  earth  and  sky, 
Arose  and  laid  his  garments  by, 

And  wash'd  their  feet,  to  show  that  we, 
Like  Christ,  should  always  humble  be. 

4  He  wash'd  them  all  though  all  were  clean 
Save  Judas,  who  was  full  of  sin ; 

May  none  of  us,  like  Judas,  sell 
Our  Lord  for  gold,  and  go  to  hell. 

5  Peter  said,  Lord,  it  shall  not  be ; 
Thou  shalt  not  stoop  to  washing  me. 

0  that  no  Christian  now  may  say, 

1  cannot  Jesus'  word  obey. 

G  Ye  call  me  "Lord,  and  Master,"  too, 
Then  "  do  as  I  have  done  to  you," 
All  my  commands  and  sayings  keep, 
And  show  your  love  by  washing  feet." 

7  Ye  shall  be  happy  if  ye  know 

And  do  these  things  by  faith  below ; 
And  I'll  protect  you  till  you  die, 
And  then  remove  you  far  on  high. 

The  Desire  of  Washing  Feet. 
1  'Tis  my  desire  with  God  to  walk, 
And  with  his  children  pray  and  talk ; 


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Though  I  should  persecuted  be, 
Jesus  did  suffer  so  for  me. 

2  'Tis  my  desire  baptized  to  be, 

As  a  command,  O  Lord,  from  thee ; 
To  be  baptized  like  Christ,  my  God, 
Who  was  immersed  in  Jordan's  flood. 

3  'Tis  my  desire,  around  thy  board 

To  meet  the  saints,  my  dearest  Lord ; 
In  union  with  thy  church  to  be, 
And  oft  commune  with  them  and  thee. 

4  'Tis  my  desire  with  saints  to  meet, 
And  wash  the  dear  disciples'  feet, 
To  do  as  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord, 
Hath  bid  me  in  his  holy  Word. 

5  'Tis  my  desire  to  bear  the  cross, 
And  yield  to  all  my  Saviour's  laws, 
To  follow  where  my  Jesus  leads, 
In  all  his  words,  in  all  his  deeds. 

6  'Tis  my  desire  to  flee  from  sin, 
And  ever  keep  my  conscience  clean ; 
For  Christ  to  count  all  things  but  loss, 
And  giory  in  my  Saviour's  cross. 

7  'Tis  my  desire  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  serve  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 
To  own  that  Jesus  is  my  King, 
And  yield  to  him  in  every  thing. 

8  'Tis  my  desire,  above  the  rest, 

To  lean  upon  my  Saviour's  breast ; 
To  live  as  I  would  wish  to  die, 
And  then  to  dwell  with  God  on  high. 


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C.  M. 


1  Did  Christ  the  great  example  lead, 

For  all  his  humble  train, 
In  washing  his  disciples'  feet, 
And  wiping  them  again. 

2  "If  I,  the  humble  Jesus  said, 

"  Your  feet  have  washed,  'tis  meet 
That  ye  do  likewise." — We  obey, 
And  wash  each  other's  feet. 

3  O  blessed  Jesus,  at  thy  board 

I  have  thy  children  met, 
The  bread  I've  broke,  the  wine  I've  pour'd, 
And  now  would  wash  their  feet. 

4  In  imitation  of  my  Lord, 

Who  blood  for  me  did  sweat ; 
I  yield  unto  his  sacred  word, 
And  wash  his  children's  feet. 

5  Yes,  blessed  Jesus,  I,  like  thee, 

Would  Christians  often  meet ; 
The  least  of  all  the  flock  would  bo, 

And  wash  the  pilgrim's  feet. 
C  For  this,  let  men  reproach,  defame, 

And  call  me  what  they  will ; 
I  still  would  follow  Christ  the  Lamb, 

And  be  his  servant  still. 


1  The  grave  is  now  a  favor'd  spot 

To  saints  who  sleep,  in  Jesus  blessed  ; 
For  there  the  wicked  trouble  not, 
And  there  the  weary  are  at  rest, 


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Job,  iii.  IT. 


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2  At  rest  in  Jesus'  faithful  arms ; 

At  rest  as  in  a  peaceful  bed ; 
Secure  from  all  the  dreadful  storms 
Which  round  this  sinful  world  are  spread. 

3  Thrice  happy  souls,  who're  gone  before 

To  that  inheritance  divine  ! 
They  labor,  sorrow,  sigh  no  more, 
But  bright  in  endless  glory  shine. 

4  Then  let  our  mournful  tears  be  dry, 

Or  in  a  gentle  measure  flow ; 
We  hail  them  happy  in  the  sky, 
And  joyful  wait  our  call  to  go. 

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1  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men;" 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

2  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  : 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 

Before  the  rising  sun. 
8  [The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 

And  lost  in  following  years. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  Like  flow'ry  fields,  the  nations  stand, 

Pleased  with  the  morning  light ; 


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The  flowers,  beneath  the  mower's  hand. 
Lie  with'ring  ere  'tis  night.] 

6  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

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1  Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Is  this  our  mortal  frame ; 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  a  name. 

2  Alas !  'twas  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  first ; 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace. 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay ; 
Just  like  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea ! 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

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1  Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  name, 
And  humbiy  own  to  thee, 


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How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  we  be  ! 
2  Our  wasting-  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
As  months  and  days  increase, 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 
:]  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  which  first  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

4  Dangers  stand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

5  Good  God !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things ; 
The  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 

6  Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe 

Attend  on  every  breath, 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

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1  And  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 
Into  a  world  unknown  ? 


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2  A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

Unpierc'd  by  human  thought ; 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
Where  all  things  arc  forgot ! 

3  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happiness  or  wo 
Must  then  my  portion  be  ! 

4  Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown1  d 
And  see  the  flaming  skies  ! 

5  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ? 

With  triumph  or  regrot  V 
A  fearful,  or  a  joyful  doom, 
A  curse  or  blessing  meet  V 

6  Will  angel  bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar  V 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away 
To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 

7  Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  niy  anxious  breast  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  cast  out, 
Or  number' d  with  the  blest  ? 

8  I  must  from  God  be  driven, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven 
Or  else  depart  to  hell. 

1  Our  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  days 
Are  short  and  wretched,  too; 


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"  Evil  and  few,"  the  patriarch  says, 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 
2  'Tis  but,  at  best,  a  narrow  bound 
That  heaven  allows  to  men ; 
And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 
:j  Well,  if  ye  must  be  sad  and  few, 
Run  on  my  days  in  haste  ; 
Moments  of  sin,  and  months  of  wo, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  fast. 
4  Let  heavenly  love  prepare  my  soul, 
And  call  her  to  the  skies, 
Where  years  of  long  salvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 

1  When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away, 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power — I,  too,  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more, 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  breast  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warniDg  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 


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5  O  may  we  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high. 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

(3  Great  God  !  thy  sov'reign  grace  impart, 
With  cleansing,  healing  power ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  surprising  hour. 

1  And  must  this  body  die, 

This  well-wrought  frame  decay  V 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comeB 
To  put  it  on  afresh. 

3  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust. 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape  and  every  face 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love ; 
O  may  we  bless  thy  grace  below, 
And  sing  thy  grace  above. 

6  Saviour,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 


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Till  tunes  of  nobler  sounds  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

1  Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  crept  to  life  at  first, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  hut  short  favors,  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high. 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave ; 
He  gives,  and  blessed  be  his  name ! 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then. 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  righteous  will  ; 
And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread ; 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 


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Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay 
And  left  a  long-  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  bless'd 

And  soften' d  every  bed ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 
But  with  their  dying  head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  souls  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

0  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  saints  ascend  the  skies. 

1  Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 

Mine  ears  attend  the  cry, 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  u  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepar'd  no  more  ! 


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4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace, 
To  fit  our  souls  to  fly, 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

1  Stoop  down  my  thoughts  that  us'd  to  rise, 

Converse  a  while  with  death ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quivering  lips  hang  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few, 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  "adieu." 

3  But  oh,  the  soul  that  never  dies  ! 

When  once  it  leaves  the  clay ; 
Ye  thoughts  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell 
In  infinite  despair ! 

5  And  must  this  body  fainfc  and  die  V 

And  must  this  soul  remove? 
Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  my  soul  above. 

G  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 
iMy  naked  soul  I  trust; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command 
To  drop  into  the  dust. 
12 


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1  Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  our  date ; 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath, 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  V 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  sense  repine  and  cry, 
"Must  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ? 
Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just? 
Are  not  thy  servants  turned  to  dust  V" 
But  faith  forbids  those  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  heavenly  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honors  of  thy  word ; 
Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

1  Father,  we  bow  before  thy  throne  j 
Our  pastor's  dead !  we're  left  alone. 
With  hearts  of  sorrow  almost  broke, 
We  mourn  and  grieve  beneath  the  stroke. 

2  We  oft  with  joy  have  viewed  his  face, 
And  heard  thy  messages  of  grace 

In  faithfulness  and  love  proclaim'd, 
Regardless  whether  prais'd  or  blam'd. 

3  Thy  word  his  guide — from  thence  he  drew 
His  doctrines,  and  his  precepts  too, — 
From  thence  he  learnt  the  heavenly  road, 
By  which  he  walk'd,  and  rests  with  God. 


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4  In  this,  he  powerful  motives  found, 
In  acts  of  mercy  to  abound ; 

Nor  did  he  merely  others  teach, 
But  practic'd  daily  what  he  preach'd. 

5  We  feel  the  loss  of  such  a  guide ; 
And  if  his  place  is  e'er  supplied, 
From  thee  the  messenger  must  come, — 
We  look,  O  Lord,  to  thee  alone  ! 

6  Father !  forgive  our  flowing  tears ! 
Silence  and  quell  our  rising  fears  ! 
Send  us  a  pastor  in  his  room, 

And  guard  and  guide  us  safely  home. 

1  His  death  we  mourn,  who  lately  stood 
A  herald  of  the  mighty  God; 
Froclaim'd  the  Saviour  of  our  race. 
And  bore  the  message  of  his  grace. 

2  Laborious  in  his  Master's  cause, 
His  view,  nor  lucre,  nor  applause  ; 
To  spend  and  to  be  spent,  resign1  d 

If  souls,  through  Christ,  salvation  find. 

4  With  pointed  language,  flaming  zeal. 
Ho  to  the  conscience  did  appeal ; 
With  terror,  sought  the  soul  to  move. 
Or  draw  it  with  the  cords  of  love. 

4  But  all  his  labors  now  are  o'er, 

And  we  shall  hear  his  voice  no  more ; 
I  lis  dust  lies  silent  in  the  tomb, 
lie's  gone  to  heaven,  his  final  home. 


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11  V  M  N  S  . 


5  Jesus  !  though  earthly  shepherds  die, 
Do  thou  thy  churches  still  supply 
With  gifts,  instruction  to  impart — 
Pastors  according  to  thy  heart. 

G  May  we  the  means  of  grace  improve, 
Lest  thou  our  candlestick  remove, 
Deprive  us  of  the  gospel  light, 
And  leave  us  in  the  shades  of  night. 

1  Wake  up,  my  muse,  condole  the  loss 

Of  those  that  mourn  this  day ; 
Let  tears  distil  on  ev'ry  face, 
And  ev'ry  mourner  pray. 

2  The  tyrant,  death,  came  rushing  in, 

J  vast  night  his  pow'r  did  show. 
Out  of  the  world  this  child  he  took, 
And  laid  its  viso,gc  low. 

3  No  more  the  pleasant  child  is  seen. 

To  please  its  parents'  eye ; 
The  tender  plant,  so  fresh  and  green. 
Is  in  eternity. 

4  The  golden  bowl  by  death  is  broke, 

The  pitcher,  burst  in  twain; 
The  eistern  wheel  has  felt  the  stroke, 
The  lovely  child  is  slain. 

3  The  winding  sheet  doth  bind  it  s  limbs. 
The  coffin  holds  it  fast; 
To-day  it's  seen  by  all  its  friends, 
l?ut  this  must  be  the  last. 


F  0  N  E  R  A  L     H  Y  M  S  S  . 


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1  Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 

"With  transport  all  divine : 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 

2  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face. 
While  infants,  in  thy  tender  arms, 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  "  I  take  these  lambs,"  said  he, 

"  And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  me  be  ever  blest." 

4  "  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can't  dissolve  my  love  ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above." 

5  ' '  Their  feeble  frames  my  power  -hall  raise, 

And  mould  with  heavenly  skill ; 
I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise, 
And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

G  His  words  the  happy  parents  hoar. 
And  shout  with  joy  divine. 
Hoar  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  arc, 
Shall  be  forever  thine. 


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UYMNS. 


MORNING  HYMNS. 

1  Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone  ; 
Now  the  morning  light  is  come ; 
Lord,  may  we  be  thine  to-day ; 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light ; 
Banish  doubt,  and  cleanse  our  sight ; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

Help  us  labor,  help  us  pray. 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound ; 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around ; 
Going  out,  and  coming  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past 
O  receive  us  then  at  last ! 
Night  of  sin  will  be  no  more 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

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Sabbath  Morning  Hymn. 

1  This  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose 

So  early  from  the  dead ; 
Why  should  I  keep  my  eyelids  closed, 
And  waste  my  hours  in  bed  ? 

2  This  is  the  day  when  Jesus  broke 

The  powers  of  death  and  hell ; 
And  shall  I  still  wear  Satan's  yoke, 
And  love  my  sins  so  well  ? 


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3  To-day,  with  pleasure  Christians  meet, 

To  pray  ana  read  thy  word, 
And  I  would  go,  with  cheerful  feet, 
To  learn  thy  will,  O  Lord. 

4  I'll  quit  the  world  to  read  and  pray, 

And  so  prepare  for  heaven ; 
O,  may  I  love  this  blessed  day, 
The  best  of  all  the  seven. 

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1  Behold  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way  ! 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  when  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word, 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ; 
Forever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God !  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given ; 
O,  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

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1  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high ; 
Thou  art  my  Father, 

Lend  an  ear  unto  my  feeble  cry. 


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2  O  lead  me,  keep  me  all  this  day 

Near  thee,  in  perfect  peace ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease. 

3  I  know  my  roving  feet  will  err 

Unless  thou  be  my  guide ; 
Warn  me  of  every  foe  and  snare, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  side. 

4  [O  guide  my  heart  in  truth  and  love, 

While  here  on  earth  I  stay ; 
O,  fix  my  mind  on  things  above, 
And  keep  me  in  the  way.] 

5  Then  shall  I  pass  all  dangers  safe, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down ; 
My  trust,  my  hope,  and  my  relief 
Is  in  thine  only  son. 

6  Then  let  my  moments  smoothly  run, 

And  all  my  hours  be  gay ; 
And  let  my  evening  setting  sun 
Launch  me  in  endless  day. 

1  O  could  my  soul  this  morning  rise, 
And  feel  that  life  which  never  dies, 
I'd  praise  that  hand  with  all  my  powers 
That  guarded  my  unguarded  hours. 

2  'Tis  he  who  gives  me  life  divine, 
In  him  eternal  joys  are  mine ; 
Then  rise  my  soul,  bid  sloth  adieu, 
Thy  Jesus  love,  and  him  pursue. 


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3  Haste  on  to  that  immortal  shore    [more ; 
Where  night  and  sleep  are  known  no 
There  shall  I  soon  in  glory  rise, 

With  seraphs,  in  a  sweet  surprise. 

4  There  shall  I  raise  a  morning  song, 
With  all  the  vast  angelic  throng ; 
There  sing  in  everlasting  peace : — 
My  morning  song  shall  never  cease. 

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1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeat 

The  day  renews  the  sound ; 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongne  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

4  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  power  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand  ; 
Thy  justice  might  have  crushed  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 

5  A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun ; 
And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread , 
And  yet  my  moments  run.] 


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HYMNS. 


6  Dear  God,  let  all  my  house  be  thine 
Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light, 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

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1  See  how  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise 
With  every  brightening  ray. 

2  Thus,  would  my  rising  soul 

Its  heavenly  parent  sing, 
And  to  its  great  original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care ; 
I  slept,  and  I  awoke  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near, 

4  My  life  I  would  anew, 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee ; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

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1  With  thee,  great  God,  the  stores  of  light 

And  stores  of  darkness  lie ; 
Thou  formed  the  sable  robe  of  night, 
And  spread'st  it  round  the  sky. 

2  And  when  with  welcome  slumbers  press'd, 

AVe  close  our  weary  eyes, 
Thy  power,  unseen,  secures  our  rest, 
And  makes  us  joyous  rise. 


MORNING  HYMNS 


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3  Numbers,  this  night,  great  God,  have  met 

Their  long,  eternal  doom, 
And  lost  their  joys  of  morning  light 
In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 

4  Numbers  on  restless  beds  still  lie, 

And  still  their  woes  bewail ; 
While  we,  by  thy  kind  hand  uprais'd, 
A  thousand  pleasures  feel. 

5  To  thee,  great  God,  in  thankful  songs, 

Our  morning  thoughts  arise ; 
Propitious,  in  thy  Son,  accept 
The  willing  sacrifice. 

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1  This  morning  let  my  praise  arise, 
To  him  who  all  my  need  supplies ; 
To  him  who  watch'd  ine  through  the  night, 
And  brought  me  to  the  morning  light. 

2  May  I  this  day,  through  grace,  pursue 
The  work  assign' d  for  me  to  do ; 
And  when  my  work  on  earth  is  done, 
May  angels  bear  my  spirit  home. 

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1  My  gracious  God  has  brought  me  through 

Another  darksome  night ; 
Again  mine  eyes  his  work  can  view 
In  open  morning  light. 

2  Through  all  the  night,  while  I  have  slept, 

Insensible  of  pain, 
The  gracious  hand  of  God  has  kept 
And  raised  me  up  again. 


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HYMNS. 


3  Thus  brought  to  view,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way ; 
May  I  set  out  afresh  to  run, 
And  my  kind  God  obey. 

4  Let  me  this  day,  with  anxious  zeal, 

Devote  my  time  to  God, 
And  freely  may  I  do  his  will, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

5  And  when  my  life's  short  day  shall  close 

In  death's  tremendous  night, 
Then  may  I  have  a  sweet  repose 
In  an  immortal  light. 

EVENING  HYMNS. 

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1  Indulgent  Father,  by  whose  care 

I've  passed  another  day, 
Let  me  this  night  thy  mercy  share, 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray. 

2  Show  me  my  sins,  and  how  to  mourn 

My  guilt  before  thy  face  ; 
Direct  me,  Lord,  to  Christ  alone, 
And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

3  Let  each  returning  night  declare 

The  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
And  every  hour  thy  grace  prepare 
My  soul  for  joys  above. 

4  And  when  on  earth  I  close  mine  eyes 

To  sleep  in  death's  embrace, 
Let  me  to  heaven  and  glory  rise, 
T'  enjoy  thy  smiling  face. 


E  VEXING    li  Y  HNS. 


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1  O  Saviour,  hear  me  when  I  pray, 

Remember  I  am  thine; 
I  walk  before  thee  all  the  day, 
And  fear  and  love  thy  name. 

2  Now  let  me  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  earthly  troubles  free ; 
And  when  I'm  slumb'ring  on  my  bed, 

May  I  be  still  with  thee. 
I}  This  be  my  evening  sacrifice, 

As  my  day's  work  is  done. 
Nor  let  a  gloomy  cloud  arise 

On  this  day's  setting  sun. 

4  Frotect  me  through  this  lonely  night, 
Till  day  appears  again ; 
Then  early,  with  the  morning  light, 
I'll  praise  thy  glorious  name. 
.">  I  thauk  thee  for  my  daily  food, 
A  gracious  gift  is  this ; 
I  look  to  thee  for  every  good, 
And  hope  for  future  bliss. 

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1  Dread  Sov'reign !  let  my  evening  song. 

Like  holy  incense  rise, 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue, 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard ; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd. 


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HYMNS. 


3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above, 

Encompass  me  around ; 
But,  O  !  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found. 

4  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  miuc\ 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee ; 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign. 
To  be  renewed  by  thee. 

5  Sprinkled  afresh,  with  pard'ning  blood. 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

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1  Thou  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes 

Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive, 
Accept  the  evening  sacrifice 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

2  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne. 

And  think  ourselves  sincere ; 
But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshipper  ? 

3  Is  there  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not. 

Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 
A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 

4  Convince  him,  now,  of  unbelief, 

His  desp'rate  state  explain, 
And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief. 
And  penitential  pain. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


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5  Speak  with  that  voice  that  wakes  the  dead 
And  bids  the  sleeper  rise, 
And  bids  his  guilty  conscience  dread 
The  death  that  never  dies. 

'2  Ui  a  m. 

1  Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 

Let  flames  of  love  arise ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up, 
Uur  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes  came  quick  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favor,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require ; 
'Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would ; 
Accept  our  heart's  desire. 

4  Lord  of  our  days,  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  our  score ; 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time. 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

1  ()  Jesus,  may  we  praise  thy  name, 
Thy  love,  thy  goodness,  is  the  some  : 
Through  all  this  day,  thy  hand  was  nigh 
Let  loudest  praise  ascend  the  sky. 

2  Our  evening  praises,  Lord,  receive, 
Ourselves,  our  all,  to  thee  we'd  give  : 
Let  peace  surround  us  all  this  night, 
And  keep  us  safe  till  morning  light. 


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HYMNS. 


3  And  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
Take  us,  thy  weary  pilgrims,  home ; 
Take  us  to  heaven,  thy  dwelling  place, 
•      Where  we  may  sing  redeeming  grace. 

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1  Indulgont  God,  whose  bounteous  care 

O'er  all  thy  works  is  shown, 
O  let  my  grateful  praise  and  prayer 
Arise  before  thy  throne. 

2  What  mercies  has  this  day  bestow'd ! 

How  largely  hast  thou  blest  1 
My  cup  with  plenty  ovcrflow'd, 
With  cheerfulness  my  breast. 

3  Now,  may  soft  slumbers  close  my  eyes, 

From  pain  and  sicknesH  free, 
And  let  my  waking  thoughts  arise 
To  meditate  on  thee. 

4  Thus  bless  each  future  day  and  night, 

'Till  life's  vain  scene  is  o'er, 
And  then  to  realms  of  endless  light, 
O  let  my  spirit  soar  ! 

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1  Another  day  is  past, 

The  hours  forever  fled  ; 
And  time  is  bearing  me  in  haste 
To  mingle  with  the  dead. 

2  Perhaps  my  closing  eyes 

No  more  may  hail  the  light, 
Seal'd  up  before  the  morning  rise, 
In  everlasting  night. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 


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8  This  mortal  frame  must  lie 
Unconscious  in  the  tomb ; 
But  O,  where  will  my  spirit  fly, 
And  what  will  be  her  doom  ? 

4  Jesus,  if  thou  art  mine, 

O  let  thy  heavenly  voice 
Confirm  my  hope  with  love  divine, 
And  make  my  soul  rejoice. 

5  Then  shall  my  closing  eyes, 

Contented,  sink  to  rest ; 
Then,  if  to  night  this  body  dies, 
My  spirit  shall  be  blest. 

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1  The  day  is  past  and  gone ; 

The  evening  shades  appear ; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well, 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  every  fear, 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appear. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 
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II  Y  M  N  S  . 


5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

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1  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  lias  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Peace  be  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  station  round  my  bed. 

4  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  and  hell 

Tell  me  a  thousand  frightful  things ; 
My  God  in  safety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wings. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  His  voice  t'  unlock  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 


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OEDINAtrON  OF  MINISTKlS. 

1  Chief  Shepherd  of  thy  chosun  yb«'f>p. 
From  death  and  sin  set  free, 
May  all  thy  under  shepherds  keep 
Their  eye  intent  on  thee. 

3  With  plenteous  grace  their  hearts  prepare 
To  execute  thy  will, 
Compassion,  patience,  love  and  care, 
And  faithfulness  and  skill. 

3  Inflame  their  minds  with  holy  zeal 
Their  flocks  to  feed  and  teach, 
And  let  them  live,  and  let  them  feel, 
The  sacred  truths  they  preach. 

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1  Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th'  alarm  they  give, 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands, 
iftit  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 

6  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 
Did  heav'nly  bliss  f  orego ; 
For  souls  which  must  for  ever  live 
In  raptures  or  in  wo. 


196 


HYMNS. 


4  May  they,  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 
Their  own  redeemer,  see ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

1  If  you  would  win  a  soul  to  God 
Then  tell  him  of  the  Saviour's  blood — 
Tell  him  how  Jesus'  bowels  move 
Towards  him,  with  redeeming  love. 

2  And  tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
From  Jesus'  hands,  and  feet,  and  side : 
And  how  his  head  with  thorns  was  crown VI, 
And  how  his  soul  with  grief  was  drown'd. 

3  Ah  !  tell  him,  how  he  suffer' d  death, 
And  freely  yielded  up  his  breath, 
And  died,  and  rose,  with  God  to  plead, 
That  rebels  might  from  sin  be  freed. 

4  Tell  him  'tis  free  and  saving  grace 
Which  teaches  men  to  seek  his  face, 
And  helps  them  choose  the  better  part, 
And  brings  salvation  to  the  heart. 

5  Explain  to  him  that  liberty 
Wherewith  Christ  Jesus  makes  us  free ; 
And  the  sweet  joys  of  sins  forgiven, 

As  earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven. 

6  Then  tell  him,  he  that  does  believe 
And  is  baptized,  shall  be  saved ; 

But,  he  that  slights  the  Lord's  command 
And  disbelicveth,  shall  be  damned. 


HONGS. 


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255  8,  M. 

.  1  Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sovereign  voice  obey ; 
Arise  !  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  waj'. 
3  The  Master  whom  you  serve 

Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
Depending  on  his  sovereign  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

4  Go,  spread  a  Saviour's  fame, 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace. 
To  the  most  guilty  and  deprav'd 
Of  Adam's  num'rous  race. 

SONGS. 


A  Travelling  Preacher. 

1  Oh  !  if  poor  sinners  could  but  know 
How  much  for  them  I  undergo, 

They  would  not  treat  me  with  contempt, 
Nor  curse  me  when  I  say,  repent. 

2  Give  credit  now  to  what  I  say, 
And  mind  it  till  the  judgment  day ; 
Of  God  I'm  sent,  constrained  to  go, 
To  call  upon  both  high  and  low. 


U)JS  SONUS. 

3  A  n<l  wo  is  me  if  I  refrain 

From  going-  forth  in  God's  great;  name ; 

A  dispensation  I've  received, 

A  nd  my  kind  friends  I  now  must  leave. 

4  My  parents'  house  I  hid  adien, 
My  toilsome  journey  to  pursue, 
To  distant  climes  I  now  repair, 
To  call  poor  sinners  far  and  near. 

5  But  O,  the  trials  of  my  heart, 

To  think  I  must  with  parents  part ; 
In  tears  I  left  them,  fill'd  with  grief, 
1  could  not  give  their  hearts  relief. 

(J  They  brought  me  up  with  tender  care, 
And  for  my  health  no  pains  did  spare; 
Exposed  themselves  both  night  and  day, 
While  fevers  wore  my  ilesh  away, 

7  My  loving  brethren  think  it  strange, 
That  I  should  leave  my  nearest  friends ; 
My  sisters  wonder  where  I  am, 

That  I  do  not  return  to  them. 

8  Ye  list'ning  nations,  pray  give  ear, 
While  I  to  you  the  truth  declare ; 
May  wisdom  now  inspire  my  heart, 
My  joys  and  sorrows  to  impart. 

9  Thro'  winds,  and  storms  of  rain  and  snow, 
Both  day  and  night  I  have  to  go, 

To  attend  th'  appointments  I  have  made, 
Or  find  a  place  to  lay  my  head. 


S  O  N  (i 


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l-  m-  -! "in  ('''u"l 

1  Through  sultry  climes  and  deserts  wide, 
I  am  directed  by  my  guide ; 

No  cooling  streams  to  quench  my  thirst, 
If  I  for  want  should  turn  to  dust. 

2  I  draw  no  pension  here  below, 
To  pay  my  charges  as  I  go ; 

I  go  forth  on  my  own  expense, 
And  trust  in  God  for  my  defence. 

3  Ofttimes  with  hunger  I  grow  faint ; 
I  travel  on  till  almost  spent ; 

I  find  no  friend  or  helper  nigh, 
But  Him  who  hears  the  ravens  cry. 

4  Through  streams  and  rivers  deep  and  wide, 
Both  high  and  swift  I  have  to  ride : 

The  rolling  current  beats  with  force, 
And  often  drives  me  from  my  course. 

5  The  thunder  roars,  when  clouds  arise, 
Tempest  and  darkness  veil  the  skies ; 
All  nature  trembles  at  the  sound, 
And  wet  and  cold  I'm  often  found. 

6  But  greater  perils  wait  me  yet, 
When  I  with  my  false  brethren  meet ; 
Their  clothing  is  much  like  the  saints, 
But  God  abhors  their  false  pretence. 

7  I  do  not  limit  conflicts  here, 
The  foes  within  I  have  to  fear ; 
I'm  often  into  bondage  brought, 
In  ways  that  I  but  little  thought. 


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8  But  yet  I  hear  a  heavenly  voice 
Saying-,  arise,  in  me  rejoice; 
Go  to  the  world's  remotest  bound, 
I'll  be  thy  friend  -when  foes  surround. 

8     8'R>  7'8  and       y-  Smith. 
The  Missionary's  Farewell, 

1  Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee; 

All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well : 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

2  Home,  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely — 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell : 
Happy  home,  indeed  I  love  thee  : 
Can  I,  can  I  say,  ik  Farewell?" 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure, 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly — 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ; 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me : 
Lovely,  native  land,  farewell : 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwelL 


SONUS. 


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5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor ; 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell. 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean, 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell ; 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell; 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land,  farewell,  farewell. 

1  Come  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Whose  hearts  are  joined  in  one ; 
Hold  up  your  heads  with  courage  bold, 

Your  race  is  almost  run  : 
Above  the  clouds,  behold  Him  stand, 

And  smiling  bids  you  come ; 
And  angels  whisp'ring  you  away 

To  your  eternal  home. 

2  To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

With  glory  in  his  view  ; 
To  heav'n  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu : 
While  friends  are  weeping  all  around, 

And  loath  to  let  him  go. 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below. 

3  O  Christians,  are  you  ready  now 

To  cross  the  swelling  flood; 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  to  stand, 
And  see  your  smiling  God ! 


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SONG8. 


The  dazzling-  charms  of  that  bright  world 

Attracts  my  soul  above  : 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace 

When  perfected  in  love. 
4  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there  ; 
Although  we  tread  enchanted  ground, 

Be  bold  and  never  fear : 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  valiant  souls, 

The  land  appears  in  view ; 
I  hope  to  gain  fair  Canaan's  shore, 

And  there  to  meet  with  you. 

1  Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 

Through  which  pilgrims  mate  their  way ; 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day; 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 

Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  O  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way ; 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigor  to  decay  V 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you, 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne ; 
He  who  dy'd  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine -press  trod  alone, 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 

He  who  bids  the  planets  roll ; 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole  ; 


O  N  (i  ,S 


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Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  command, 
They  are  always  hov'ring  round  you, 

Till  you  reach  the  heav'nly  land. 
4  There  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest ; 
Love  and  joy,  and  peace  forever, 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast. 
'Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory 

Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high  V 
They  on  golden  harps,  forever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky  ! 
;j  Millions  there  of  flaming  seraphs 

Fly  across  the  heav'nly  plain, 
Where  they  sing  immortal  praises; 

Glory,  Glory,  is  their  strain. 
But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert 

Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring  ! 
And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 
0  O  the  crowns !  how  bright  they  sparkle, 

Which  to  saints  will  then  be  given, 
And  the  mansions,  how  celestial, 

Jesus  hath  for  them  in  heaven  : 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Grief  or  sorrow,  pain  or  anguish. 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 

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Tunc. — Redemption,  imandra. 

1  Come  friends  and  relations,  let's  join  heart  and  hand, 
The  voice  of  the  turtle  is  heard  in  the  land; 


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SUNOS. 


Let's  all  'walk  together  and  follow  the  Bound, 
And  march  to  tho  place  where  redemption  la  found. 
3  The  place,  it  is  hidden  by  reason  of  sin, 
Alas !  you  don't  see  the  sad  state  you  are  in  ; 
You  are  blinded,  polluted,  In  prison  and  pain, 

0  how  can  such  robols  redemption  obtain. 
3  Tho  place  is  in  Jesus,  to  him  if  you'll  go, 

You'll  thero  And  redemption  from  sorrow  and  woo; 
And  though  you  aro  wounded  and  bruised  by  the  fall, 
Riso  Tip  and  press  forward,  for  you  he  doth  call, 

I  And  you,  my  dear  brethren,  who  love  my  dear  Lord, 
Whose  sins  have  been  pacdon'd  thro'  faith  in  his 
Lot  patience  attend  you,  wherever  you  be,  [word, 
And  sing  for  redemption,  so  full  and  so  free. 

5  And  when  th'  archangel's  trumpet  shall  sound, 
And  wake  all  the  nations  that  sleep  under  ground, 
The  sound  of  that  trumpet  will  bid  us  ai-isc 
And  meet  our  Redeemer  with  joy  in  the  skies. 

C  Then  freed  from  all  sin,  and  redeemed  from  death, 
Redocm'd  from  corruption.redeem'd  from  the  earth, 
Redeemed  from  sorrow,  redeemed  from  pain, 

We'll  *hout  free  redemption  tliro'  hearena  bright  plain. 

1  How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  rocollection 
Of  youthful  connexion  and  innocent  joy, 
When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
Surrounded  with  mercies  and  peace  from  on  high, 

1  still  view  the  chairs  of  my  father  and  mother, 
The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  ranged  on  each  hand ; 

And  that  richest  of  books,  which  excels  every  other, 
The  family  Biblo  that  lay  on  the  stand. 


SONGS. 


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CHORUS. 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible 
The  family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  The  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 

At  morning  and  evening  could  yield  us  delight, 
And  the  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation, 

For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  by  night: 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony  swelling, 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  the  family  band, 
Half  rais'd  U3  from  earth  to  that  rapturous  dwelling, 

Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

3  Ye  scones  of  enjoyment,  long  have  we  been  parted, 

My  hope  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no  more, 
In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live,  broken-hearted, 

And  wander  alone  on  a  far  distant  shore, 
Yet  why  should  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  protection 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand; 

0  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction, 
And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

£JG3    c-  m-— 7'g  1111(1 6's- 

1  Drooping  saints  no  longer  grieve  ; 

Heaven  is  propitious, 
If  on  Christ  you  do  believe ; 
You  will  find  him  precious. 

2  Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Call  the  mourner  to  him : 
He  has  died  for  you  and  I, 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

3  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 

Runs  a  healing  fountain ; 
See  the  consolation  tide, 
Boundless  as  the  ocean. 


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SONGS 


4  See  the  living  waters  move, 

For  the  sick  and  dying ; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 
Or  to  perish  trying. 

5  Grace's  store  is  always  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden : 
Jesus  calls,  "  Come  unto  me  !" 
Weary,  heavy  laden. 

6  Though  your  sins  like  mountains  high, 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven ; 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 
"  All  shall  be  forgiven." 

7  Now  methinks,  I  hear  one  say, 

I  will  go  unto  him ; 
If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 
Surely  I  shall  love  him. 

8  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows, 

Now  I  know,  I  feel  it; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 
Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 

9  J esus'  blood  has  heal'd  my  wounds, 

Oh  !  the  wondrons  story ; 
I  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found, 
Glory!  Glory!  Glory! 

10  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name, 

Saints  are  bound  to  love  him ; 
Mourners,  you  may  do  the  same, 
Only  come  and  prove  him. 

11  Heaven's  here  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory 's  here  and  yonder ; 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  amen, 
While  all  the  angels  wonder. 


SONGS 


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£64        *  *■ 

1  We've  found  the  rock,  the  travelers  cried, 
The  stone  that  all  the  prophet's  tried ; 
Come  children,  drink  the  balmy  dew, 
'Twas  Christ  that  shed  it  new  for  you, 

2  This  costly  mixture  cures  the  soul, 
Which  sin  and  guilt  has  made  so  foul ; 
It  makes  me  happy  while  I  sing, 
And  shout  salvation  to  my  king. 

8  Here's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 
Come  mourners  see  the  current  roll ; 
O  that  you  would  believe  in  God, 
And  wash  in  Christ's  most  precious  blood. 

4  O  Christians,  we  have  heav'n  to  night ; 
It  shines  around  with  dazzling  light, 
And  in  this  light  we'll  soar  away 
Where  there 's  no  night,  but  endless  day. 

5  O  children,  children,  bear  the  cross, 
And  count  the  world  below  as  dross, 
We'll  bear  the  cross,  and  wear  the  crown, 
And  by  our  Father's  side  sit  down. 

6  O  hearken,  children,  Christ  is  come, 
The  bride  is  ready,  let  us  run ; 

His  grace  will  feed  our  hungry  souls, 
While  love  divine  eternal  rolls. 

7  His  fiery  chariot,  makes  its  way 
To  welcome  us  to  endless  day ; 
There  glitt'ring  millions  we  shall  join, 
To  praise  the  prince  of  David's  line.. 


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SONGS. 


265 

1  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word: 
"What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 

1*11  strengthen  thee.help  thee.and  cause  thee  to  stand 
Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  hand. 

i  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress, 

5  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  he, 
My  grace  all  sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply, 
The  flames  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sov'reign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  the  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bossom  be  borne, 

7  The  soul  that  on  JesU3  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake. 


SONGS. 


209 


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1  Afflictions  though  they  seem  severe, 

Are  oft  in  mercy  sent ; 
They  stopt  the  prodigal's  career, 

And  caus'd  him  to  repent. 
Although  he  no  relenting  felt, 

Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt, 

When  famine  pinch' d  him  sore. 

2  4 4  What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 

44  But  hunger,  sh;vme,  and  fear? 
My  Father's  house  abounds  with  bread 

While  I  am  starving  here. 
I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son. 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

3  His  Father  saw  him  coming  back  ; 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smil'd, 
And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 

Of  his  rebellious  child. 
44  Father,  I've  sinn'd,  but  O,  forgive  !" 

44 Enough,"  the  father  said; 
44  Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 

For  whom  I  mourn'd,  as  dead." 

4  44  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

And  spread  the  news  around ; 
My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again, 

Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 
Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  siimers  home  ; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 

And  welcomes  all  that  comes. 
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SONGS. 


5  Come,  then,  poor  sinners,  come  away, 
We  call  you  all  around ; 
'Tis  the  accepted,  promis'd  day, 
When  gospel  grace  abounds. 
Come,  mourning  souls,  to  Jesus  come, 
Whose  blood  for  you  aton'd ; 
His  heart,  his  hands,  and  church,  have  room, 
We  therefore  bid  you  come. 

1  Salem's  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 

All  righteousness  to  fill ; 
'Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 

To  do  his  Master's  will. 

2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
His  right  to  be  baptized  then, 

The  Baptist  gave  consent ; 
On  Jordan's  banks  they  did  appear, 
The  Baptist  and  his  Master  dear, 

Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 

3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleased  in  what  he'd  done, 

And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 

4  The  opening  heaven  now  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies, 

Down  from  the  courts  above ; 
And  on  the  holy,  heavenly  lamb, 
The  Spirit  lights  and  does  remain* 

In  '  hnpo  like  a  fait  dwe-. 


SONGS. 


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5  This  is  my  Son  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice,  from  glory  Hies, 

O,  children,  hear  ye  him  ; 
]  lark  !  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries 
Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptiz'd, 

And  wash  away  your  sin. 

6  Come  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepar'd  ; 
O  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
AValk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 

7  Believing  children  gather  round, 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise, 
See  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Saviour  calling,  come, 

O  children  be  baptiz'd. 

8  Behold  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands 

To  wait  upon  the  Bride ; 
Ye  candidates  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 

Down  by  the  water  side. 


L.  M. 


1  Ye  brethren  who  profess  the  Lord, 
I  pray  draw  near  and  hear  a  word ; 
lift  wp  your  eyes,  behold  and  see 
What  a  good  God  has  done  for  me  ! 

2  O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt,  in  deep  distress, 
I  day  or  night  could  take  no  rest ; 

But  when  in  sad  extremity, 
Thn  Lord  rcveal'd  his  love  to  mo. 


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SONGS. 


3  When  I  by  faith  was  brought  to  see 
My  J esus  bleeding  on  the  tree, 

My  soul  with  joy  and  sorrow  flow'd, 
That  he  should  bear  my  guilty  load. 

4  My  heart,  that  was  so  dreadful  hard, 
Was  melted  down  in  love  to  God ! 
My  soul  was  humbled  to  the  ground 
When  I  the  blessed  Jesus  found. 

5  Then  on  my  bended  knees  did  fall — 
O,  Jesus !  he  was  all  in  all ! 

Yea,  where  to  go  I  did  not  know, 
For  I  did  love  my  Jesus  so. 

6  And  now,  my  friends,  who  love  the  Lord, 
I  pray  live  nearer  to  his  word  ; 

And  don't  you  hurt  that  wounded  side 
Of  my  dear  Jesus  crucified  ! 

1  Hail  thou  blc-st  morn  when  the  great  Mediator 

Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends ! 
Shepherds !  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger: 
Lo !  for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHOBUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 

Shine  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  ue  thine  aid  ! 
Star  in  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining  ; 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beast  of  the  stall: 
Angels  adore  him  in  6lumber  reclining; 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 


SONUS. 


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5  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  a  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edoni,  and  off  rings  divine ! 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean ; 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Low  at  his  feet,  we  in  humble  prostration, 

Lose  all  our  sorrow,  and  trouble  and  strife ; 
There  we  receive  his  divine  consolation, 
Flowing  afresh  from  the  fountain  of  life. 

6  He  is  our  friend  in  the  midst  of  temptation, 

Faithful  supporter,  whose  love  cannot  fail. 
Rock  of  our  refuge,  and  Hope  of  Salvation, 
Light  to  direct  us  through  death's  gloomy  vale. 

7  Star  of  the  morning,  thy  brightness  declining, 

Shortly  must  fade  when  the  sxin  doth  arise, 
Beaming  refulgent,  his  glory  eternal, 
Shines  on  the  children  of  Lovo  in  the  skief. 

1  With  gladness,  dear  brethren,  we  meet  at  this  plar^ 
To  speak  and  to  hear  of  God's  rich  and  free  grace: 
For  all  that  are  needy,  afflicted  and  poor, 
The  Saviour  has  balsam  and  riches  in  store. 

3  H  hungry  and  thirsty,  and  burdened  with  guilt, 
For  you,  the  dear  Saviour,  his  blood  freely  spilt ; 
If  naked  and  wounded,  just  ready  to  die, 
He  waits  from  his  fullness  your  wants  to  supply. 


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s  o  In'  u  s  . 


3  You're  welcome,  poor  sinners,  no  longer  delay, 
The  Gospel  invites  yon  to  Jesns  to-day, 

If  yon  are  bnt  willing,  yon  need  not  to  donbt, 
For  those  that  come  to  him  lie  will  not  cast  ont. 

4  On  parting,  my  brethren,  I  give  yon  my  hand, 
In  token  of  friendship,  that  miiting  band, 
Since  we  here  together  no  longer  can  stay, 

Be  snre  you  continue  devoutly  to  pray. 

5  Farewell  my  dear  brethren,  belov'd  of  the  Lord, 
The  footsteps  of  Jeans  you'll  find  in  his  word: 
Then  follow  your  Leader  wherever  he  goes, 
Stand  fast  and  unshaken  whatever  oppose. 

C  The  time  'tis  approaching  when  Christ  shall  appear 
In  glory,  and  then  all  his  saints  shall  be  there, 
No  fear  then  of  parting,  no  grief  nor  complaint, 
Shall  ever  be  heard  from  the  tongue  of  a  saint 

7  But  praise  and  thanksgiving  shall  be  our  employ, 
Our  souls  always  feasting,  yet  never  eliail  cloy; 
New  scenes  then  unfolding,  new  joys  will  afford, 
All  glory  and  honor,  and  praise  to  the  Lord. 

1  M'hen  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing ; 
Their  theme  is  all-redeeming  love, 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 

2  With  admiration  they  behold 

The  love  of  Christ  which  can't  be  told, 
They  view  themselves  on  Canaan's  shore, 
And  think  the  conflict  now  is  o'er. 


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8  They  now  rejoice,  as  free  from  pain, 
And  think  their  enemies  are  slain ; 
They  make  no  donht  but  all  is  well, 
And  Satan  hurl'd  quite  down  to  hell. 

4  They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  joyful  hallelujahs  round, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 

5  But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
Their  feeble  souls  begin  so  reel; 

They  think  their  former  hopes  are  vain, 
They're  filled  with  sorrow,  grief  and  pain. 

(5  Where,  feeble  child,  is  now  thy  song  ? 
And  where's  the  music  of  thy  tongue  ? 

Alas !  I  fear  that  I'm  undone, 
And  have  from  first  to  last  been  wrong." 

7  Come,  take  up  arms,  and  face  the  field  ; 
Gird  on  your  harness,  sword  and  shield  ; 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  and  never  yield, 
And  soon  the  conquest  will  be  gain'd. 

8  If  S  it  in  comes  to  tempt  again, 

And  tells  you  that  your  King  was  slain  ; 

Be  bold  to  say,  he  rose  again, 

And  promises  that  saints  shall  reign. 

♦>7'2 

1  Dearest  Lord,  thou  hast  commanded 
All  thy  family  to  pray  : 
Promised  good  thou  hast  appointed 
Through  this  medium  to  convey. 


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SONGS. 


2  Yes,  to  all  thy  praying  people 

Thou  hast  promised  to  appear ; 
And  thy  wondrous  condescension 
Honors  much  the  path  of  prayer. 

3  Jesus,  thou  exalted  Saviour, 

On  thy  promise  we  rely ; 
Comfort  every  mourning  spirit, 
Answer  every  feeble  cry. 

4  From  thy  glorious  throne  of  mercy, 

Heav'nly  cordials  now  impart, 
Exercise  thy  tender  pity 
O'er  the  sinner's  broken  heart. 

5  May  we  all  who  love  the  Saviour, 

Often  to  his  throne  repair ; 
Feel  the  sweets  of  his  compassion 
While  engaged  in  solemn  prayer. 

6  Lord  attend  our  supplications, 

Let  thy  mercy  on  us  roll ; 
Come,  O  come,  thou  kind  Redeemer, 
Comfort  every  praying  soul. 

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1  Brethren,  I  bid  you  all  farewell, 

And  from  my  very  heart, 
Affectionately  I  do  tell, 
That  yon  and  I  must  part. 

2  And  if  I  see  you  not  again, 

I  trust  that  I  can  say, 
My  labor  shall  not  be  in  vain, 
That  I  have  Bpent  this  day. 


SONGS. 


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3  I  trust  I  can  to  record  call, 

All  you  that  hear  me  now, 
I  have  declar'd  God's  counsel  all, 
As  he  did  me  endow. 

4  I  now  depart,  I  leave  you  here, 

I  leave  you  with  the  Lord, 
And  may  we  all  henceforth  appear 
To  be  of  one  accord. 

5  And  if  we  part  to  meet  no  more, 

While  we  on  earth  remain, 
O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore, 
And  never  part  again. 

6  There  we  shall  meet  to  sing  God's 

And  all  his  wonders  tell ;  [praise, 
And  triumph  in  his  holy  ways, 
So  brethren,  fare  you  well. 

1  Come  all  ye  weary  travellers, 

Now  let  us  join  and  sing 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus  Christ  our  King. 
We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tiresome,  'tis  true, 
But  see  how  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through. 

2  At  first,  when  Jesus  found  us, 

He  called  ub  unto  him, 
And  pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  sin. 
The  world,  the  flesh  and  Satan 

Would  prove  a  fatal  snare, 
Unless  we  did  reject  them 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 


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SONGS. 


3  ]  hit*  by  our  disobedience, 

With  sorrow  we  confess, 
We  have  had  long  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness  ! 
Where  we  might  have  fainted 

In  that  enchanted  ground, 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 

Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

4  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan 

Give  life,  and  joy  and  peace, 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 

And  love  and  strength  increase ! 
To  confess  our  Lord  and  Master, 

And  run  at  his  command, 
And  hasten  on  our  journey 

Unto  the  promised  land. 

5  With  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience, 

We're  made  for  to  rejoice, 
And  Jesus  and  his  people 

Forever  are  our  choice. 
In  grace  and  consolation 

We  now  are  going  on 
The  pleasing  way  to  Canaan, 

Where  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 

6'  Sinners,  why  stand  you  idle, 

While  we  do  march  along ; 
lias  conscience  never  told  you, 

That  you  are  going  wrong  ? 
Down  the  broad  road  to  darkness, 

To  bear  an  endless  curse  ? 
Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning, 

And  come  and  go  with  us. 


S  O  N  CI  S  . 


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7  But  if  you  will  refuse  ib, 

We  bid  you  all  farewell ; 
We're  on  the  road  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  road  to  hell. 
We're  sorry  for  to  leave  you ; 

We'd  rather  you  would  go ; 
Come  try  a  bleeding  Saviour, 

And  see  the  waters  flow. 

8  Xow  to  the  King  Immortal, 

Be  everlasting  praise ; 
For  in  his  holy  service 

We  long  to  spend  our  days  : 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

The  celestial  world  above, 
With  everlasting  wonder. 

To  praise  redeeming  love. 

275  . 

L  The  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness  and  love  I 
In  Eden  once  flowing  in  streams  from  above ;  , :.  .  •„:. 
ltefrcsh'd,  every  moment,  the  first  happy  pair, 
Till  sin  stopp'd  the.  current,  and  brought  in  despair. 

2  O  Wretched  condition !  what  anguish  and  pain ! 
They  thirst  for  a  fountain,  but  seek  it  in  vain! 
To  sin's  biitcr  waters  they  fly  for  relief, 

They  drink,  and  the  draft  but  increases  their  grid. 

3  Glad  tidings,  glad  tidings,  no  more  we  complain, 
Our  Jesus  has  opened  the  fountain  again ! 

Now,  mingled  with  mercy,  enrich'd  with  free  grace, 
I  In  Zion  'tis  flowing,  come  sinners  and  taste. 

i  How  happy  the  prospect,  how  pleasant  the  road, 
W;ku  led  down  the  stream  by  the  angel  of  God; 
Though  narrow  at  first,  yet  we  find  it  at  last 
A  river  so  bomdteM  it  cannot  be  pass'd. 


220  SOGNS. 

5  Come,  sinners,  poor  sinners,  'tis  boundless  and  free 
In  Zion  'tis  flowing,  'tis  open'd  for  thee  ; 

This  water  has  virtue  to  heal  all  complaint*, 
Come  drink,  ye  diseas'd,and  rejoice  with  the  saints 

6  Say  not,  I'm  a  sinner,  and  must  not  partake ; 
For  this  very  reason  the  Lord  bids  you  take ; 
Say  not  too  unworthy,  the  vilest  of  all, 

For  such  (not  the  righteous)  the  Lord  came  to  call 

7  Ho !  all  ye  poor  sinners,  ye  halt  and  ye  blind, 
Ye  penitent  mourners,  here  life  you  may  find; 
The  Spirit  invites  you,  the  Bride  bids  you  come, 
O,  call  all  yoxir  neighbors,  for  yet  there  is  room. 

1  Farewell  my  dear  kindred,  whose  love  needs  no  token 

To  think  I  must  leave  you  grief  pains  my  poor  hearl 
With  parents,  the  tenderest  of  ties  must  be  broken 
And  brothers  and  sisters,  with  you  I  must  part. 
Though  you  I  must  leave,yet  in  hope  of  salvation, 
I  freely  can  part  with  each  friend  and  relation, 
And  patiently  wander  throughout  wide  creation. 
To  point  dying  sinners  to  Jesus'  blood. 

2  Farewell  my  dear  brethren,  in  Jesus  my  Saviour, 

With  whom  I  so  often  sweet  counsel  have  took; 
Still  press  on  your  journey,  watch  well  your  behavior 

Obey  Christ'*  commands  and  for  strength  to  him  look. 

My  Saviour  commands  me, and  I  must  now  leave  you 
But  hush !  sad  emotions.let  parting  not  grie  ve  you 
Eojoice  in  that  day  when  I  hope  to  receive  yon, 
Whon  parting  and  sorrow  shall  pain  us  no  more 
i  Farewell,  young  companions,  who  long  have  been  (porting 
In  sin's  giddy  maze,  where  I  once  careless  trod; 
There  happiness  long  you  have  vainly  been  seeking 
Where  you  ne'er  can  find  it;  O  turn  to  my  God. 


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For  you  I  still  mourn  while  I  view  your  condition, 
I  tremble  lest  you  may  sink  into  perdition  I 
O  turn  to  the  Saviour,  the  soul's  grand  physician, 
Who  now  stands  inviting  and  bidding  you  come. 

Farewell,  old  and  young,  «lnnere,  brethren  and  kindred, 

Once  more  with  affection  I  bid  you  adieu ! 
My  Saviour  commands  me,I  must  not  be  hinder  e J, 
The  way  lies  before  me,  and  I  must  pursue. 

0  Jesus,  be  with  me,  my  friend  and  my  Saviour, 
Protect  and  defend  me  from  all  harm  and  danger, 
To  heaven  at  last  bring  this  exile  and  stranger. 

To  sing  hallelujah  forever  above. 

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Jesus  Reigns. 

1  Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Published  to  every  creature 
Of  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature. 

Jesus  reigns ! 
He  reigns  victorious 
Over  heaven  and  earth,  most  glorious, 

J  esus  reigns ! 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour. 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 
8  Here,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 

Ye  who've  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
Here  are  life  and  free  salvation, 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

Jesus  reigns,  Szc. 


SONGS. 


4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  a  God  was  crucified, 

He  conquer' d  death  aud  rose  to  heaven, 
Eternal  life  through  him  is  given. 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

5  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy, 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  forever, 
Turn,  O  sinner,  to  the  Saviour. 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

0  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning's  blazes 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

7  Here  are  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money, 
Mercy's  flowing  like  a  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

Jesus  reigns,  etc. 

8  Shout  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
Christ  has  died  for  your  salvation  ; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 
Sound  aloud  the  proclamation  ! 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

9  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  has  wrought  out  your  redemption, 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  King  of  Zion. 

Jesus  reigns,  vtc. 


SONGS. 


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10  Now  our  souls  have  caught  new  lire, 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher, 
Angels  shout  the  joyful  story 
Through  the  brightest  realms  of  glory. 

Jesus  reigns,  &c. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee ; 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end, 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

o  Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  green, 
My  study  long  have  been ; 
Such  sparkling  light,  by  human  sight, 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  Is  heaven  thus  glorious,  O  my  Lord  ! 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  V 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence. 

5  Reich  down,  O  Lord,  thy  arm  of  peace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  glory  is  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  see, 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 


224 


SONGS. 


7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care ; 
And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 
Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  "When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years 

Bright  shining-  as  the  sun ; 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  first  begun. 

9  Millions  of  years  around  may  run, 

Our  songs  will  still  go  on, 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  three  in  one. 

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1  When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  may  glowing  hope  expire ; 
Oft  may  wearied  love  retire ; 
Oft  may  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  a  burning  sky : 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls  : 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 

Oft  may  we  all  meet  again. 

8  When  these  burnished  locks  are  gray, 
Thinn'd  by  many  a  toil- spent  day; 
When  around  this  youthful  pine, 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine, 
May  this  long  lov'd  bower  remain, 
Here  may  we  all  meet  again ! 


SONGS. 


225 


4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled ; 
When  its  wasting-  lamps  are  dead ; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid  ; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

1  Ye  saints  attend  the  Saviour's  voice, 

Spoke  in  his  word  of  grace ; 
He  says,  and  in  it,  O  rejoice  ! 
"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

2  Though  storms  and  tempests  round  you  roar, 

And  foes  and  fears  increase ; 
He  says,  and  what  could  he  say  more, 
"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

3  What  though  afflictions  still  abound, 

Your  troubles  still  increase, 
He  says,  and  O  how  sweet  the  sound  ! 
"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

•t  What  though  your  hearts  with  soitow  bleed, 
And  sighs  and  tears  increase ; 
He  says,  and  it  is  true  indeed, 
"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

5  Though  you  shall  pass  through  death's  cold  flood, 

To  gain  your  wish'd  release, 
He  says,  and  sure  he'll  make  it  good, 
"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

6  When  you  his  face  in  glory  view, 

Where  joy  can  ne'er  decrease, 
Eternity  shall  prove  it  true, 
"  In  him  ye  shall  have  peace." 
15 


226 


SONGS. 


7-  6-  7-  6-  7-  8-  7-  6- 

1  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 

To  thee  I  humbly  pray ; 
Heal  me  of  my  grief  and  pain ; 

O  take  my  sins  away. 
From  this  bondage  Lord  release ; 

No  longer  let  me  be  oppress'd  ; 
Jesus,  master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast. 

2  Wilt  thou  cast  a  sinner  out 

Who  humbly  comes  to  thee  ? 
No,  my  God,  I  cannot  doubt 

Thy  mercy  is  for  me : 
Let  me  then  obtain  the  grace, 

And  be  of  paradise  possess' d ; 
Jesus,  master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast. 

3  Worldly  good  I  do  not  want, 

But  that  to  others  given, 
Only  for  thy  love  I  pant, 

My  all  in  earth  or  heaven ; 
This  the  crown  I  fain  would  seize, 

The  good  wherewith  I  would  be  bless'd  ; 
Jesus,  master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast. 

4  This  delight  I  fain  would  prove, 

And  then  resign  my  breath, 
Join  the  happy  few  whose  love 

Was  mightier  than  death ! 
Let  it  not  my  Lord  displease, 

That  I  would  die  to  be  thy  guest ! 
Jesus,  master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast. 


SONGS. 


282 

1  How  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiv'n  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven ; 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet,  O  !  by  faith  I  see ; 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint's  delight, 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 

2  O  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  ; 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal'd, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

3  O  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow  ! 

And  let  the  vessel  break : 
And  let  our  ransom' d  spirit  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  Him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity. 

1  O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above  ! 
And  from  the  flowing  fountain 
Drink  everlasting  love  ? 


226 


SONGS. 


When  shall  I  be  deliver' d 
From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 

And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 
Drink  endless  pleasure  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  captain's  gone  before ; 
He's  given  me  my  orders 

And  bids  me  not  give  o'er — 
His  promises  are  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternally  shall  live. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determin'd 

To  conquer,  though  I  die ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu ; 
And,  O  my  friends  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  gospel  armor, 

Of  faith,  and  truth,  and  love, 
And  when  the  combat's  ended 

You'll  rise  to  God  above. 

5  O  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend ; 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge 
He'll  not  refuse  to  lend ; 


SONGS. 


229 


Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 
Though  often  you  request, 

But  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

6  Our  race  will  soon  be  ended, 

And  we'll  ascend  to  God, 
To  dwell  with  precious  Jesus, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood ; 
With  saints  we'll  join  to  praise  him 

For  grace  divinely  free, 
And  rise  in  glorious  raptures, 

To  all  eternity. 

7  And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet 

Shall  rfend  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  bid  the  entombed  millions 

From  their  cold  beds  arise ; 
Our  ransom'd  dust  revived, 

New  beauties  shall  put  on, 
And  soar  to  the  blessed  mansion 

Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

8  Our  eyes  shall  then  with  rapture 

The  Saviour's  face  behold ; 
Our  feet  no  more  diverted, 

Shall  walk  the  streets  of  gold; 
Our  ears  shall  hear  with  transport 

The  hosts  celestial  sing, 
Our  tongue  shall  chant  the  praises 

Of  our  immortal  king. 

284 

1  There  is  a  school,  on  earth  begun, 
Halle  hallelujah, 
Supported  by  the  Holy  One : 

Glory,  O  Hallelujah. 


230  SONGS. 

He  calls  his  pupils  for  to  prove, 
Halle  hallelujah, 

The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

Sing  Glory,  O  hallelujah. 

2  Then  come  my  friends,  where'er  you  be, 
Say  will  you  go  to  school  with  me  V 
Christ  Jesus  is  my  master's  name, 
Come  deaf  and  dumb,  come  blind  and  lame. 

3  Our  school  books  are  the  Scriptures  true, 
Our  lessons  are  forever  new; 

The  scholars  too  are  all  agreed, 
It  is  a  blessed  school  indeed. 

4  My  Master  learns  the  blind  to  see, 
Then  come,  ye  blind — the  school  is  free : 
My  Master  learns  the  lame  to  walk, 

lie  also  learns  the  dumb  to  talk. 

5  My  Master  learns  the  deaf  to  hear ; 
Then  come,  ye  deaf,  and  lend  an  ear 
Unto  my  Master's  pleasant  voice, 
He'll  make  your  mourning  souls  rejoice. 

G  lie  learns  the  swearing  man  to  pray, 
Then  come,  profane,  without  delay; 
He'll  change  your  tongues  to  speak  his  name, 
And  spread  abroad  a  Saviour's  fame. 

5J8£>  L.  M. 

1  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 

What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives  ? 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was 'dead, 
He  lives  my  everlasting  head. 


.SONGS. 


231 


2  He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives  eternally  to  save : 

He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

3  He  lives  to  heal  and  make  me  whole, 
He  lives  to  guard  my  feeble  soul, 
He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above. 

4  He  lives  and  grants  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

5  He  lives  my  kind,  my  heav'nly  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 

He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

6  He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name, 
He  lives,  my  Jesus  still  the  same, 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 

286 

1  0  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame, 
That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name, 
Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice ; 
Then  I  will  shout,  then  I  will  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring ; 
I'll  sing  and  shout  for  evermore, 
On  that  eternal,  happy  shore, 


232 


SONGS. 


2  O  hope  of  glory,  Jesus  come 

And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home ; 
For  the  small  remnant  of  my  days 
I  want  to  sing  and  shoiit  thy  praise. 
O  give  me,  Lord,  a  heart  to  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day, 
To  give  thee  thanks  in  every  thing. 
And  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing, 

3  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay, 

Lord  give  me  strength  to  shout  and  pray ; 

And  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath, 

Until  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Then  brethren,  sisters,  shouting  come ; 

My  body  follow  to  the  tomb ; 

And  as  you  march  the  solemn  road. 

Loud  sing  and  shout  the  praise  of  God, 

4  Then  you  below,  and  I  above, 

We'll  shout  and  praise  the  God  we  love, 
Until  the  great  tremendous  day, 
When  Gabriel's  trump  shall  wake  our  clay, 
Then  from  our  dusty  bed  we'll  spring, 
And  shout — O  death  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
We'll  shout  to  all  eternity. 

5  Our  race  is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize, 
Then  shall  the  Sovereign  of  the  skies 
With  smiles  unto  his  children  say, 
Come  reign  with  me  in  endless  day ; 
Then  on  that  happy,  happy  shore, 
We'll  shout  and  sing  our  sufferings  o'er, 
We'll  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 


SONUS. 


233 


287 

1  Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming-  love, 

Lie  just  before  mine  eyes ; 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  to  those  rivers  fly  ! 
I'd  rise  superior  to  my  pain, 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind ; 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main, 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

2  In  darkest  shadows  of  the  night, 

Faith  mounts  the  upper  sky, 
I  then  behold  my  heart's  delight, 

And  would  rejoice  to  die  ! 
I  view  the  monster  death,  and  smile, 

Now  he  has  lost  his  sting ; 
Though  Satan  rages  all  the  while, 

I  still  in  triumph  sing. 

3  A  few  more  days  or  years,  at  most, 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er, 
I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  : 
O  come  my  Saviour,  come  away, 

And  bear  me  through  the  sky, 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay, 

Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh. 

4  I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 

And  in  thine  image  shine ; 
To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 

And  be  forever  thine. 
Then  I  will  tune  my  harp  of  gold, 

To  my  eternal  king ; 
Through  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 

I'll  make  his  praises  ring. 


234 


SONGS. 


288 

1  Awake  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue, 

Prepare  a  tuneful  voice ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Twas  he  adom'd  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear  ? 
These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shine, 
How  white  the  garments  are. 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 

And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace : 
But  Jesus  spent  his  life,  to  work 
The  robe  of  righteousness. 

6  Strangely,  my  soul  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  sacred  Three : 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 

289 

1  Hark,  listen  to  the  trumpeters ! 
They  sound  for  volunteers ! 
On  Zion's  bright  and  flow'ry  mount 
Behold  the  officers ; 


SUNOS. 


235 


Their  horses  white,  their  garments  bright, 
With  crown  and  bow  they  stand, 

Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 
To  march  for  Canaan's  land. 

2  He  sets  my  heart  all  in  a  flame ; 

A  soldier  I  will  be  ; 
I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms, 

And  fight  for  liberty. 
They  want  no  cowards  in  their  band, 

That  will  their  colors  fly, 
But  call  for  valiant-hearted  men, 

Who're  not  afraid  to  die. 

3  The  armies  now  are  in  parade, 

How  martial  they  appear  ! 
All  arm'd  and  dress' d  in  uniform, 

They  look  like  men  of  war; 
They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  Eternal  Lamb, 
His  garments  stain'd  with  his  own  blood, 

King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

4  The  trumpet  sounds,  the  armies  shout, 

And  drive  the  hosts  of  hell ; 
How  dreadful  is  our  God  in  arms ! 

The  great  Immanuel ! 
Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

The  eternal  Son  of  God, 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 

Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

5  There  is  a  green  and  flowing  field, 

Where  fruits  immortal  grow ; 
There  cloth'd  in  white,  the  angels  bright, 
Our  great  Redeemer  know. 


236 


SONGS. 


"We'll  shout  and  sing-  forevcrmore 

In  that  eternal  world ; 
But  Satan  and  his  armies  too, 

Shall  down  to  hell  be  hurl'd. 
6  Hold  up  your  heads,  ye  soldiers  bold, 

Redemption's  drawing  nigh, 
We  shall  soon  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 

'Twill  shake  both  earth  and  sky : 
In  fiery  chariots  then  we'll  fly, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire, 
And  meet  around  the  starry  throne, 

To  tune  the  immortal  lyre. 

290 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds  and  sweot  flowers, 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me : 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields'  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him, 

December 's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice : 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  yenr. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign' d; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Could  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 


SONGS. 


237 


While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 
4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine ; 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 

0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore ; 

Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winters  and  clouds  are  no  more. 

1  Oh  !  that  I  had  some  humble  place 

Where  I  might  hide  from  sorrow ; 
Where  I  might  see  my  Saviour's  face, 

And  there  be  freed  from  terror. 
Oh  !  had  I  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 

I'd  leave  this  world  and  Satan, 
And  fly  away  to  realms  above, 

Where  Jesus  stands  inviting. 

2  My  heart  is  often  made  to  mourn, 

Because  I'm  faint  and  feeble  ; 
And  when  my  Saviour  seems  to  frown, 

My  soul  is  filled  with  trouble. 
And  when  he  doth  again  return, 

And  I  repent  my  folly, 
'Tis  then  I  after  glory  ran, 

And  still  my  Jesus  follow. 

3  I  have  my  bitter  and  my  sweet, 

While  through  this  world  I  travel ; 
Sometimes  I  shout,  and  often  weep, 
Which  makes  my  foes  to  marvel ; 


238 


SONGS. 


But  let  them  think,  and  think  again, 
I  feel  I'm  bound  for  heaven ; 

I  hope  I  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 
I  therefore  still  will  praise  him. 

4  I  want  to  live  a  Christian  here ; 

I  want  to  die  while  shouting ; 
I  want  to  feel  my  Saviour  near, 

"When  soul  and  body's  parting. 
I  want  to  see  bright  angels  stand, 

And  waiting  to  receive  me. 
To  bear  my  soul  to  Canaan's  land, 

Where  Christ  is  gone  before  me. 

1  Farewell,  niy  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  hand 
That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band; 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  wc  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  awhile, 
We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence  smiles ; 
But  while  we  are  parted,  and  scatter'd  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other,  and  trust  in  the  Lord. 

3  Farewell,  faithfid  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  discharg'd, 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  bounty  enlarg'd, 
With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan  may  roar, 
You'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the  shore. 

4  Farewell,  younger  brethren,  just  listed  for  war, 
Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Josus  is  near; 
Although  you  must  travel  this  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  to  peace. 


SONGS. 


239 


5  The  world  and  the  devil,  and  sin,  all  unite, 
And  bold  persecution,  your  souls  to  affright, 
But  Jesus,  your  leader,  is  stronger  than  they, 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell, trembling  mourners,with  sad  broken  heart 

0  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part, 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 

7  Farewell,  careless  sinners,  for  you  I  must  mourn, 
To  think  of  your  danger,  if  still  unconcern 'd, 

1  read  of  the  Judgment,  where  all  must  appear, 
How  will  you  stand  trembling  with  torturing  fear. 

8  Those  frolics  and  pastimes  in  which  you  delight, 
Will  serve  to  torment  you  with  dreadful  affright, 
You'll  think  of  the  sermons  which  you've  heard  in 
All  hopes  gone  forever  of  hearing  again.  [vain, 

9  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  all  around, 
Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  last  trumpet  shall 
To  meet  you  in  glory,  I  give  you  my  hand,    [sound ; 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 

293  7's  audio's. 

1  The  glorious  light  of  Zion 
Is  spreading  far  and  wide, 
And  sinners  now  are  coming 

Unto  the  gospel  tide ; 
The  standard  of  King  Jesus 

Triumphant  doth  arise ; 
And  simiers  crowd  around  it, 
With  bitter  groans  and  cries. 


240 


SONGS. 


2  The  sufferings  of  our  Saviour, 

Upon  mount  Calvary, 
Is  sounded  out  to  sinners, 

And  sets  the  prisoners  free ; 
For  whilst  this  glorious  message 

Was  circulating  round, 
Some  souls  exposed  to  ruin, 

Redeeming  love  have  found. 

8  And  of  this  happy  number, 

I  hope  that  I  am  one ; 
And  Jesus  Christ  will  finish 

The  work  he  has  begun ; 
He'll  cut  it  short  in  righteousness 

And  I'll  forever  be 
A  monument  of  mercy, 

To  all  eternity. 

4  I  am  but  a  young  convert, 

Who  lately  did  enlist 
A  soldier  under  Jesus, 

My  prophet,  king  and  priest ; 
I  have  received  my  bounty, 

Likewise  my  martial  dress, 
A  ring  of  love  and  favor, 

A  robe  of  righteousness. 

5  Down,  down  into  the  water, 

Where  we  young  converts  go, 
Following  our  Lord  and  Master, 

In  righteousness  below ; 
We  lay  our  sinful  bodies 

Beneath  the  yielding  wave, 
An  emblem  of  our  Saviour 

When  he  lay  in  the  grave. 


SONGS. 


241 


6  Poor  sinners,  think  what  Jesus 

Has  done  for  you  and  me ; 

Behold,  his  mangled  body- 
Hang-  tortur'd  on  the  tree  ! 

His  head,  his  hands,  his  bleeding  side, 
To  you  he  doth  display  ; 

O  tell  me  brother  sinner, 
How  can  you  stay  away  ? 

7  Come,  all  ye  elder  brethren, 

Old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
Who,  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

Have  counted  all  things  loss  ; 
Come,  pray  for  us  young  converts, 

That  we  may  travel  on, 
And  meet  you  all  in  glory, 

Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

1  When  life's  tempestuous  storms  are  o'er, 
How  calm  he  meets  the  friendly  shoie, 

Who  liv'd  averse  to  sin  ! 
Such  peace  on  virtue's  path  attend, 
That  where  the  sinner's  pleasure  ends, 

The  good  man's  joys  begin. 

2  Sec  smiling  patience  smooth  his  brow, 
See  the  kind  angels  waiting  now, 

To  lift  his  soul  on  high  ! 
While  eager  for  the  blest  abode, 
lie  joins  with  them  to  praise  the  God 

Who  taught  him  how  to  die. 

3  The  horrors  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Those  sorrows  which  the  wicked  feel, 

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SONGS. 


In  vain  their  gloom  display ; 
For  he  who  bids  yon  comets  burn, 
Or  makes  the  night  descend,  can  turn 

Their  darkness  into  day. 

4  No  sorrow  drowns  his  lifted  eyes, 
Nor  horrors  wrest  the  struggling  sighs ; 

As  from  the  sinner's  breast ; 
His  God,  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
Pours  sweetest  comforts  from  above, 

And  soothes  his  heart  to  rest. 

1  Young  people  all,  attention  give, 

And  hear  what  I  do  say ; 
I  want  your  souls  with  Christ  to  live, 

In  everlasting  day. 
Remember  you  are  hast'ning  on 

To  death's  dark,  gloomy  shade ; 
Your  joys  on  earth  will  soon  be  gone, 

Your  flesh  in  dust  be  laid. 

2  Death's  iron  gate  you  must  pass  through 

Ere  long,  my  dear  young  friends ; 
Where  then  do  you  expect  to  go ; 

Where  will  your  souls  then  land  ? 
Pray  meditate,  before  too  late, 

While  in  a  gospel  land, 
Behold,  King  Jesus  at  the  gate 

Most  lovingly  doth  stand ! 

3  Young  men,  how  can  you  turn  your  face 

From  such  a  glorious  friend  ? 
Will  you  pursue  the  dang'rous  race  ? 
Or  don't  you  fear  the  end  ? 


SONGS. 


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Will  you  pursue  the  dang'rous  road 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell  ? 

Will  you  refuse  all  peace  with  God. 
With  devils  for  to  dwell  ? 

4  Young  ladies,  too,  what  will  you  do, 

If  out  of  Christ  you  die  ? 
From  all  God's  people  you  must  go, 

To  weep,  lament,  and  cry ; 
Where  none  the  least  relief  can  bring 

To  mitigate  your  pain, 
And  you  no  more  with  Christians  sing, 

Nor  ever  with  them  reign. 

5  Come  young,  come  old,  I  pray  then,  view 

The  fountain  open'd  wide, 
The  spring  of  life  open  for  you, 

That  flows  from  Jesus'  side  : 
There  you  may  drink  in  endless  joy, 

And  reign  with  Christ  our  King ; 
For  his  glad  notes  our  souls  employ, 

Loud  hallelujahs  sing. 

1  From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love  ? 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 


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SONGS. 


3  My  friends  are  so  clear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love ; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansion  above. 

4  O  why,  then  so  loth  to  part, 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again ; 
Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  caimot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day. 

And  join  with  the  angels  above, 
No  longer  confined  to  our  clay, 

OVerwhelm' d  in  the  ocean  of  love  ! 
C  O  then  with  our  Jesus  we'll  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing  hallelujah,  amen, 

Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

1  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine, 
For  thoe  all  the  pleasures  of  sin  I  resign ; 

01  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the  best, 
Without  thee  I'm  wretched,  but  with  thee  I'm  blest, 

2  Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was  blind, 
Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find; 
And  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair, 
Thy  mercy  reliov'd  me,  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel, 
All  language  of  mortals  forever  would  fail; 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame, 
I'm  rais'd  into  rapture  while  praising  his  name. 

i  I  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer; 
In  blest  meditation,  he  always  is  near; 
My  constant  companion,  O  may  we  ne'er  part, 
All  glory  to  Jesus  I  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 


SONGS. 


24,5 


5  My  Saviour,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee  my  Lord.; 

I  love  thy  dear  people,  thy  ways  and  thy  word; 
With  tender  emotion,  I  love  sinners  too 
Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from  wo. 

6  I'm  happy  in  Jesns,  and  cannot  forbear, 
Though  sinners  despise  me,  his  love  to  declare, 
For  death  will  soon  call  me,  and  then  I  shall  fly, 
And  praise  him  in  mansions  prepared  on  high. 

7  Then  millions  of  ages  my  sonl  shall  employ, 
In  praising  my  Jesus,  my  God,  and  my  joy, 
Without  interruption,  when  all  the  glad  throng 
With  pleasure  unceasing,  unite  in  the  song. 

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1  Afflicted  saints,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 

"  How  shall  I  stand  the  trying-  day  ?" 

He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong, 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee ; 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

4  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  ; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

5  "When  callVl  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 
Or  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 

Ur  deep  distress,  or  poverty, 

Still  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 


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SONGS. 


6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  feais  subdue; 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 
And  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 


1  Come,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 

And  listen,  while  I  tell, 
How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 
The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 

2  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief, 

Oppress' d  my  gloomy  mind  ; 
I  look'd  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

3  At  length  to  God  I  cried, 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh ; 
lie  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
Salvation  from  on  high. 

4  My  drooping  head  he  rais'd. 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd ; 
Pardon' d  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 

5  O,  may  I  ne'er  forget 

The  mercy  of  my  God  ! 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 


1  To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 


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S.  M. 


300 


L.  SL 


SONGS. 


247 


2  Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest, 
And  with,  this  glorious  Jesus  rest  ? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  guilt  and  pain  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign  ? 

3  Make  now  your  choice,  and  halt  no  more, 
For  now  he's  waiting  for  the  poor; 

Say  now,  poor  souls,  what  will  you  do  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

4  Ye  dear  young  men,  for  ruin  bound, 
Amidst  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  seek  to  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

5  Your  sports,  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compared  with  our  celestial  joys 

Like  momentary  dreams  appear ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  your  souls  are  dear. 

6  Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell, 
Resolv'd  with  devils  for  to  dwell  ? 
Still  we  will  weep,  lament,  and  cry, 
That  God  may  change  you  ere  you  die. 

7  Young  women,  now  we  look  to  you  ; 
Are  you  resolv'd  to  perish  too ; 

To  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on, 
And  sink  in  flaming  ruin  down  ? 

8  Then  dear  young  friends  a  long  farewell, 
We're  bound  to  heaven,  and  you  to  hell ; 
Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  the  burning  day. 

9  Once  more  I  ask  you  in  his  name — 
I  know  his  love  remains  the  same ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go; 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 


248 


SONGS. 


10  Come,  you  that  love  the  incarnate  God, 
And  feel  redemption  in  his  blood, 
Let's  watch  and  pray,  and  travel  on, 
'Till  Jesus  comes  to  call  us  home  ? 

11  A  few  more  days,  and  we  shall  go 
From  all  our  cares  and  foes  below ; 
In  shouts  of  triumph  we  shall  fly 
And  dwell  with  Christ  eternally. 

301 

1  Dear  friends,  farewell,  I  do  you  tell 

That  you  and  I  must  part, 
I  go  away,  and  here  you  stay, 
But  still  we  join  in  heart. 

2  Your  love  to  me  has  been  so  free, 

Your  conversation  sweet, 
How  can  I  bear  to  journey  where 
With  you  I  cannot  meet. 

3  Yet  I  do  find  my  heart  inclin'd 

To  do  my  work  below, 
"When  Christ  doth  call,  I  trust  I  shall 
Be  ready  for  to  go. 

4  I  leave  you  all,  both  great  and  small, 

In  Christ's  encircling  arm, 
Who  can  you  save  from  hell's  dark  grave 
.  And  shield  you  from  all  harm. 

5  I  trust  you'll  pray,  both  night  and  day, 

And  keep  your  garments  white, 
That  you  and  me  and  all  may  be 
Children  of  the  light. 


SONGS. 


249 


6  If  I'm  call'd  home,  while  I  am  gone, 

Indulge  no  grief  for  me ; 
My  soul  shall  go  where  pleasures  flow, 
And  happy  I  shall  be. 

7  Millions  of  years  over  the  spheres 

Shall  pass  in  sweet  repose, 
While  beauties  bright,  unto  my  sight 
Their  sacred  sweets  disclose. 

8  I  long  to  go — then  farewell  wo, 

My  soul  will  be  at  rest, 
No  more  complain,  or  sigh  again, 
But  taste  the  heavenly  feast. 

9  Then  we  shall  meet  and  be  complete, 

And  long  together  dwell, 
And  love  the  Lord  with  one  accord, 
So  brethren,  all  farewell. 

1  To  leave  my  dear  friends  and  with  neighbors  to  part, 
And  go  from  my  home,  affects  not  my  heart 

Like  th'  thought  of  abstaining  myself  for  a  day 
From  that  blest  retreat  I  have  chosen  to  pray: 
I  have  chosen  to  pray. 

2  Dear  bower  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar  leaves  spread, 

And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head; 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  ever-green  there, 
And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in  prayer; 
To  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 

3  The  early,  shrill  notes  of  a  lov'd  nightingale 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower,  I  observ'd  as  my  bell; 
It  called  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer; 

As  I  went  to  prayer. 


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SONGS. 


4  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs,  perfum'd  by  the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  balsam  and  the  wild  eglantine ; 

But  sweeter,  O  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer; 
In  answer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
And  blest  with  his  presence  my  humble  retreat, 
Oft  fill'd  me  with  raptures  and  blessedness  there, 
Inditing  in  heaven's  own  language  my  prayer; 

Own  language  my  prayer. 

6  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you  and  bid  you  adieu 
And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new ; 
Well  knowing  my  Saviour  resides  everywhere, 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer ; 

Give  answer  to  prayer. 

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1  O  how  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 
Tongue  cannot  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
When  my  heart  first  believed, 
What  a  joy  I  receiv'd ! 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  redeemer  to  know. 


SONGS. 


251 


And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 
Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 
And  the  story  repeat, 

And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song, 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
He  hath  lov'd  me  I  cried, 
He  hath  siiffer'd  and  died, 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love 
I  was  carried  above, 

All  my  sins,  and  terapations,  and  pain ; 
And  I  could  not  believe 
That  I  ever  should  grieve, 

That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justified  I, 

~Hor  did  envy  Elijah  his  scat ; 
My  soul  mounted  higher, 
In  a  chariot  of  fire, 

And  the  world  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O  !  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  ! 
Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 
I  was  perfectly  bless'd, 

As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

304 

1  Ye  blooming  youth  I  pray  give  ear, 
A  death-bed  lamentation  hear ! 


252 


SONGS. 


Ere  death  shall  blast  the  opening  flower, 

0  make  your  peace  and  calling  sure. 

2  In  pride  and  wealth  and  pleasure's  maze 
I've  spent  the  morning  of  my  days, 
Did  oft  in  gayest  circles  shine, 

Nor  thought  my  sun  would  ere  decline. 

3  But  death  has  aim'd  the  fatal  blow, 
Down  to  the  grave  I  soon  must  go, 
Distressing  pains  my  vitals  tear, 
My  soul  is  rack'd  with  keen  despair. 

4  My  beauty,  once  my  greatest  pride, 
The  cold  and  silent  grave  will  hide, 
The  rose,  so  late  in  sweetest  bloom, 
Is  now  just  rip'ning  for  the  tomb. 

5  In  sinful  pleasures  I  have  spent 
The  golden  moments  God  has  lent, 
And  now  beneath  his  awful  frown, 

1  soon  shall  sink  in  anguish  down. 

C  Oft  I  have  felt  the  inward  smart, 
And  anguish  keen  has  seized  my  heart ; 
And  oft  alone  resolv'd  in  tears 
To  seek  the  Lord  in  riper  years. 

7  But  with  convictions  still  I  strove, 
Despis'd  a  Saviour's  offer'd  love, 
Refus'd  with  sinful  joys  to  part. 
And  griev'd  his  spirit  from  my  heart. 

8  Ye  blooming  youth  a  long  farewell, 
O  shun  the  path  that  leads  to  hell ; 
Seek  now  your  slighted  Saviour's  face, 
No  more  refuse  his  offer'd  grace. 


SONGS. 


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9  No  more  his  loving  spirit  grieve. 

Lest  he  your  precious  souls  should  leave 

0  think,  that  ere  to-morrow's  sun 
You  may  forever  be  undone. 

10  O  Christian  friends  a  long  adieu, 

I've  been  reprov'd  and  warn'd  by  you ; 

Oft  I  have  heard  you  weeping  cry, 

"  Turn,  sinner,  turn,  why  will  you  die  ?.' 

1 1  But  mercy  has  forever  fled, 

1  sink  among  the  silent  dead, 
My  life  is  o'er,  my  glass  is  run, 
Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun ! 

SOS  y's> 

1  Ye  pilgrims  that  are  wand'ring  home, 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb ; 
Sweeter  to  me  than  honeycomb, 

Is  Christ's  despised  name ; 
Let  us  with  undissembled  love, 

Like  children,  hand  in  hand, 
March  to  our  Father's  house  above, 

And  to  the  promis'd  land. 

2  You've  heard  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 

Take  the  alarm  and  fly ; 
Arise,  and  now  to  Christ  be  gone, 

For  there  is  danger  nigh ; 
Ye  little  flock  I  bid  adieu, 

Our  parting  is  to-day, 
O  let  us  all  to  Christ  prove  true, 

And  always  watch  and  pray. 


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SONGS. 


3  Since  I've  been  here  you  have  been  dear, 

I've  always  found  you  kind ; 
But  now  I  quit  this  happy  place, 

And  leave  you  all  behind ; 
And  if  we  never  meet  below5 

Let  us  our  lamps  prepare 
To  meet  the  bridgroom  when  he  comes, 

And  in  his  glory  share. 

4  So  fare  you  well  my  dearest  friends 

With  flowing  tears  we  part : 
God  make  us  faithful  to  the  end ; 

Your  souls  are  near  my  heart : 
It  will  not  be  but  few  days  more, 

Before  we  meet  above, 
There  fears  of  parting  ne'er  can  come, 

In  that  sweet  world  of  love. 

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1  Friends  and  physicians  cannot  save 
My  mortal  body  from  the  grave : 
There  I  must  lie  o'erspread  with  turf, 
Encircled  in  the  arms  of  death. 

2  Till  Christ  shall  call  my  sleeping  dust 
To  reign  with  him  among  the  just ; 
There  to  receive  my  great  reward, 
And  dwell  forever  with  the  Lord. 

3  In  heav'n  above,  at  God's  right  hand, 
Where  I  shall  see  the  friend  of  man, 
And  there  with  saints  and  angels  join 
To  celebrate  his  love  divine. 

4  There,  on  that  peaceful,  happy  shore, 
We'll  shout  and  sing  for  ever  more, 
In  holy  triumph  round  God's  throne, 
Where  pains  and  death  no  more  are  known. 


SONGS. 


255 


307 


C.  M. 


1  O  God  of  mercy !  hear  my  call, 

My  load  of  guilt  remove ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise ; 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 


1  O  tell  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store ! 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  is  now  o'er : 
A  country  I've  found  where  true  joys  abound, 
And  to  dwell  I'm  determin'd  on  that  happy  ground. 

2  No  mortal  doth  know  what  Christ  will  bestow, 
What  life,  strength,  and  comfort !  Go  after  him,  go. 
So  onward  I  move  to  see  Christ  above, 

None  guesses  how  wond'rous  my  journey  will  prove. 

{  Great  6poils  I  shall  win,  from  death,  hell,  and  sin; 
'Midst  outward  affliction  shall  feel  Christ  within ; 
And  still,  which  is  best,  I  in  his  dear  breast, 
As  at  the  beginning,  find  pardon  and  rest. 


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10's. 


256 


SONGS. 


1  When  I  am  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  has  lov'd  me,  I  cannot  tell  why; 
But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory  and  leave  me  behind. 

o  This  blessing  is  mine,  through  favor  divine, 
And,  O  my  dear  Jesus,  the  praise  shall  be  thine ; 
In  hcav'n  we'll  meet,  in  harmon}'  sweet, 
And  glory  to  Jesus !  we'll  then  be  complete. 

309 

On  the  Passion  of  Christ. 

1  Saw  ye  my  Saviour,  saw  ye  my  Saviour, 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 

O  !  he  died  on  Calvary 

To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended  !  he  was  extended ! 

Shamefully  nail'd  to  the  cross  ; 

O  !  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died ; 

Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

8  Jesus  hung  bleeding!  Jesus  hung  bleeding! 
Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain ; 

O  !  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 

When  the  Majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed  !  darkness  prevailed  ! 
Darkness  prevail' d  o'er  the  land : 
O  !  the  solid  rocks  were  rent, 
Through  creations'  vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God-man. 


SONGS. 


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5  When  it  was  finish'd,  when  it  was  finish'd, 

And  the  atonement  was  made ; 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalmed  in  spices  sweet, 

And  in  a  new  sepulchre  was  laid. 

6  Hail  I  mighty  Saviour,  hail !  mighty  Saviour, 

Prince,  and  the  author  of  peace, 
O  !  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
Turn'd  aside  Jehovah's  wrath, 

And  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  Now  interceding !  now  interceding ! 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live ; 

Crying,  "Father  I  have  died ! 

O  !  behold  my  hands  and  side, 
To  redeem  them ;  I  pray  thee  forgive." 

8  I  will  forgive  them,  I  will  forgive  them, 

If  they  '11  repent  and  believe ; 
Let  them  now  return  to  me, 
And  be  reconciled  to  thee, 

And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 

310     8- ?-  8«  7« 4- 7- 

1  Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love  and  power ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 
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258 


SONGS. 


3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream, 
All  the  fitness  he  reqnireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  yon, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  gliinm'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better 
You  will  never  come  at  all, 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"Itisfinish'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


SONGS. 


259 


311  12's- 

The  Trumpet. 

1  The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire ! 
Lo !  self-moving,  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud. 
And  the  heaven  with  the  burden  of  Godhead  are  bcw'd. 

2  The  glory !  the  glory !  around  him  are  pour'd, 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the  Lord, 
And  the  glorified  saints  and  the  martyrs  are  there, 
And  there  all  who  the  palm  wreaths  of  victory  wear. 

a  The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  have  all  heard, 

Lo !  the  depths  of  the  8tone-co\  er'd  charnel  are  stirr'd; 

F rom  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from  the  north, 

And  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  lorth. 

4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones  are  all  set 

WheTe  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are  met ; 

There  all  flesh  is  at  onoe  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  O  mercy!  O  mercy!  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love; 

When  beneath,  to  their  darkness,  the  wicked  are  driven, 

Slay  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heav'n. 

Parting  Hand. 

1  My  Christian  friends,  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  join, 
Your  friendsihp 's  like  a  drawing-  band, 
Vet  We  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  company 's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear. 

Yet  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 


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SONGS. 


3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away 
Since  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray : 
How  loath  we  are  to  leave  the  place 
"Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 

4  O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  drooping  mind  ! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 

Tbat  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  And  since  it  is  God's  holy  will, 
We  must  be  paited  for  awhile, 
In  sweet  submission,  all  as  one, 
We'll  say,  our  Father's  will  be  done. 

0  My  youthful  friends,  in  Christian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Fight  on,  we'll  gain  that  happy  shore 
Where  parting  will  be  known  no  more. 

7  How  oft  I've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears  ! 
Your  hearts  with  love  were  seen  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 

8  Ye  mourning  souls,  lift  up  your  eyes 
To  glorious  mansions  in  the  skies ; 

()  trust  his  grace  in  Canaan's  land, 
"We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

9  And  now,  my  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
I  hope  in  Christ  you'll  still  go  on ; 

And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more  ; 
0  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

10  1  hope  you'll  all  remember  me, 
If  you  on  earth  no  more  I  see ; 
An  int'rest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 


SONGS. 


261 


HO  glorious  day !  O  blessed  hope  ! 

My  soul  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When,  on  that  happy,  happy  land, 
Y\V11  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

12  But  with  our  blessed,  holy  Lord, 

We'll  shout  and  sing  with  one  accord; 
And  there  we'll  all  with  Jesus  dwell, 
So,  loving  Christians,  fare  you  well. 

313 

1  My  brethren,  farewell!  we  part  for  a  while; 
I  am  sorry  to  leave  you,  I  love  you  bo  well, 
I  shortly  must  go,  and  where  I  don't  know, 

But  wherever  I'm  station'd  the  trumpet  I'll  bio  ,v. 

2  Strange  people  I'll  find,  I  hope  they'll  prove  kind, 
Strange  places,  nor  faces,  can't  alter  my  mind, 
"Wherever  I  be,  I'll  still  pray  for  thee, 

And  you,  my  dear  brethren,  pray  likewise  for  me. 

3  In  this  world  I  toil  and  labor  a  while, 

But  labor  seems  sweet  when  my  Saviour  doth  smile, 
And  when  I  have  done,  I  hope  to  get  home 
£  Where  my  Saviour  sits  smihng,and  bids  me  to  come. 

4  Poor  sinners,  adieu,  I  am  sorry  for  yon, 

If  you're  unprepared,  O  what  will  yon  do  ? 
What  horror  will  seize,  what  dreadful  amaze, 
When  the  earth  and  the  heavens  are  wrapt  in  a  blaze? 

6  Poor  mourners,  adieu,  I'm  sorry  for  you, 
My  heart's  full  of  sorrow,  O  what  will  you  do  ? 
If  I  see  you  no  more  till  the  trumpet  shall  roar, 
I  hope  I  shall  meet  you  on  Canaan's  bright  shore. 


262 


BONGS. 


6  When  niy  Saviour  doth  coine,  and  take  us  all  home, 
We'll  sing  In  bright  mansions  where  griefa  never 
I'm  anxious  to  go  from  sorrow  and  wo,  [come, 
For  the  hopes  of  bright  glory  I'll  leave  all  below, 

314 

A  Traveling  Preacher's  Farewell. 

1  I  hear  the  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

An  organ  I  shall  be, 
To  sound  aloud  redeeming  love, 
And  sinner's  misery. 

2  Loving  brethren,  fare  you  well ; 

My  Jesus  doth  me  call; 
I  leave  you  here  with  God,  until 
I  meet  you  onoe  for  all. 

3  My  dear  connexions  I  forsake, 

My  family  and  house, 
And  to  the  wilderness  betake. 
To  pay  the  Lord  my  vows. 

4  Here  I  forsake  the  choicest  gifts 

That  nature  can  afford, 
And  wear  the  shield  into  the  field, 
To  wait  upon  the  Lord. 

5  Now  through  the  wilderness  I'll  run, 

Preaching  the  gospel  free ; 
Until  my  work  is  f  uUy  done 
The  Lord  will  comfort  me. 

6  And  if  through  preaching  I  should  gain 

True  subjects  to  my  Lord, 
'Twill  more  than  recompense  my  pain 
To  see  them  love  his  word. 


S  O  N  (i  H  . 


263 


?  Farewell,  my  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
My  Saviour's  love  to  tell ; 
0  dwell  in  love,  like  those  above, 
Arid  then  you'll  all  fare  Well. 

31£p  8'«  6's. 

1  O  happy  time  long  waited  for 

The  comfort  of  my  heart, 
Since  I  have  met  the  saints  once  more, 

O  may  we  never  part. 
Temptations  cease  to  break  my  peace, 

And  all  my  sorrows  die, 
When  I  with  you  my  love  renew, 

O  I  what  a  heaven  have  I. 

2  My  sorrow 's  past,  and  I  at  last 

Have  heavenly  comfort  found, 
My  heart  to  Jesus  I  have  given, 

And  I'm  for  heaven  bound. 
If  fellowship  with  saints  below 

Is  to  our  souls  so  sweet, 
What  heavenly  raptures  shall  wo  know 

When  round  his  throne  we  meet. 

8  While  here  we  sit  and  sing  his  love, 

With  raptures  so  divine, 
With  patience  more  like  those  above, 

WTbile  in  those  songs  we  join ; 
Our  hearts  are  fill'd  with  holy  zeal, 

We  long  to  see  the  King, 
We  long  to  reach  the  heavenly  hill 

Where  saints  and  angels  sing. 


264 


SONGS. 


4  Sinners,  come  try,  you  that  stand  by, 

You  may  be  happy  too, 
Christ  died  for  all  that  on  him  call : 

Sinners,  he  died  for  you. 
If  I  could  know  which  of  you'd  go, 

I'd  take  you  by  the  hand 
And  lead  you  on  the  way  Christ  went, 

Toward  the  heavenly  land. 

5  On  the  other  hand,  if  you  will  stand 

Just  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
I  first  you  warn,  then  my  back  turn, 

And  bid  you  all  farewell. 
For  I  must  go  to  Christ,  I  know, 

I  long  with  him  to  dwell ; 
The  saints  also  will  bid  adieu, 

Poor  sinners,  all  farewell. 

316       8's- rs-  4'r- 

Day  of  Wonder. 

1  Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound ! 
Louder  than  ten  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  4 4  this  God  is  mine." 

Gracious  Saviour ! 
Own  me  on  that  day  for  thine. 


SONGS. 


265 


3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea  ; 

All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee ; 

Careless  sinners, 
A Vhat  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors  past  imagination 

Will  then  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
"When  you  hear  your  condemnation — 
"  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart  1" 

Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels  have  their  part ! 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Loved  and  served  your  Lord  below, 
He  will  say  "  Come  in,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow, 

You  forever 
Shall  my  love  in  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches 

Let  this  thought  our  courage  raise, 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  turn'd  to  praise ; 

May  we  triumph 
"\Yhen  this  world  is  in  a  blaze. 

317 

The  Wicked  Kingdom  Falling. 

1  See  how  the  evicted  kingdom  is  falling  every  day, 
And  still  our  blessed  Jesus  is  'winning  souls  away, 
But  O!  how  I  am  tempted,no  mortal  tongue  can  tell, 
So  often  I'm  surrounded  with  enemies  from  hell. 


266 


SONGS. 


2  With  wiping  and  with  wailing  my  Jesus  I  have  found 
To  crucify  old  nature,  and  break  its  kingdom  down ; 
Dear  children,  do  not  weary,  but  march  on  in  the  way, 
For  Jesus  will  stand  by  you,  and  be  your  guard  and  stay. 

3  If  sinners  will  serve  Satan,  and  join  with  one  accord, 
Dear  brethren,  I  must  leave  them,  I'm  bound  to  serve 

the  Lord; 

And  if  you  will  go  with  me,  pray  give  to  me  your  hand, 
And  we'll  march  on  together,  unto  the  promised  land. 

i  Through  troiible3  and  distresses  we'll  make  our  way  to 
God, 

Though  ofttimcs  persecuted  for  serving  Christ  the  Lord ; 
Our  Jesus  went  before  us,  and  many  sorrows  bore, 

0  brethren,  let  us  follow,  and  never  grieve  him  more. 

5  Though  dear  to  me.  my  brethren,  each  one  of  you  I  feel, 
My  duty  to  my  Jesus  compels  me  now  to  yield ; 

But,  while  the  parting  grieves  uc?,  I'll  humbly  ask  your 
prayers 

To  bear  me  up  in  trouble,  and  ease  me  of  my  fears. 

6  And  you,  my  loving  brothers,  I  bid  you  all  farewell, 
With  you,  my  loving  sisters,  I  can  no  longer  dwell ; 
Farewell  to  all  that's  mourning,  I  hope  the  Lord  you'll 

find. 

To  ease  you  of  your  troubles,  and  give  you  peace  of  mind. 

7  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners,  I  love  you  dearly  well, 
I've  labor'd  much  to  bring  you  with  Jesus  Christ  to 

dwelL 

1  now  am  bound  to  leave  you,  0 1  tell  me,  will  you  go  ? 
If  you  won't  be  persuaded  I'll  bid  you  all  adieu. 


b  We'll  bid  farewell  to  sorrow,  to  sickness,  care  and  pain, 
And  mount  aloft  with  Jesua,  -forever  there  to  reign; 
We'll  join  to  sing  his  praises  above  the  ethereal  blue, 
And  then.poor  careless  sinners,  what  will  become  of  you? 


y  (»  NGS. 


267 


318        &  h- 

Time's  Fleeting  Moments. 

1  My  days,  my  weeks,  my  nionths,my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres, 

Around  the  steady  pole : 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps. 
And  I  must  launch  thro'  boundless  deeps, 

Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen. 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whteper  as  they  fly. 
u  Unthinking  man.  remember  this, 
T hough  fond  of  sublunary  bliss. 

That  thou  must  groan  and  die." 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast,  expansive  blue, 
To  sing  above,  as  angels  do> 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 
4.  How  great  the  bliss,  how  great  the  wo. 
Hangs  on  this  point  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath ; 
The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows 
Whether  another  year  shall  close 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 
5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  his  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground. 

And  there  in  silence  rot ; 
Alas !  one  hour  may  close  the  scene, 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between, 

My  nam©  be  quite  forgot. 


268 


SONGS. 


6  But  will  my  soul  be  thus  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be. 
Since  then,  my  soul,  thou  canst  not  die, 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

7  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend, 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place  V 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear, 
And  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair, 

Below  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

8  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  there  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life,  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  state ; 
To-day,  attend  the  call  divine. 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

9  O  do  not  pass  this  as  a  dream, 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seem, 

To  poor,  unthinking  man : 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  humbly  bow, 
Bid  conscience  plainly  tell  me  now 

What  it  would  tell  me  then. 

10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way, 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live, 
Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 


SONGS. 


269 


12's  and  ll's. 


The  Lover's  of  Pleasure. 

1  Ye  lovers  of  pleasure  that  slighted  salvation, 

Who  bow  not  the  knee  to  your  Father  to  pray, 
Attend  for  a  moment  to  my  lamentation, 

Attend,  and  take  warning,  and  turn  while  you  may ; 
While  Christ  stands  without,  his  free  mercy  extending, 

Arise  from  your  slumber  your  Saviour  to  see; 
Perfumes  from  his  garments  around  are  descending, 

Arise,  lest  too  late  you  repent  it,  like  me. 


2  I  long  made  excuses  of  cares  and  vain  pleasure, 

Too  young  or  too  wise,  too  rich  or  too  poor, 
So  fond  of  my  dreaming  I  ne'er  could  find  leisure 

To  rise  from  my  slumber  and  open  the  door; 
But  when  I  awoke  and  arose  to  receive  him, 

And  found  that  my  Saviour  had  left  me  and  gone, 
I  thought  of  his  patience,  and  how  I  had  grieved  him ; 

Now  in  deepest  affliction  his  absence  I  mourn. 


3  Now  Sinai's  deep  thunder  sounds  louder  and  louder, 

The  lightnings  flash  bright,  and  the  elements  roar ; 
Ye  angels,  stand  forward  and  plead  in  my  favor, 

To  Christ  I'm  ashamed  to  look  up  any  more. 
But  if  through  his  his  mercy  at  last  he'll  receive  me, 

Like  Mary,  I'll  weep  out  my  life  at  his  feet, 
No  hardship  or  poverty  ever  shall  grieve  me, 

I'll  die  with  my  Saviour,  and  death  shall  be  sweet. 


4  With  my  face  to  the  pronnd  6till  my  heart  cries  for  mercy, 

As  long  as  I've  breath  for  his  mercy  I'll  cry, 
But  I  know  I  despair  that  he  ever  will  hear  me 

For  long  did  he  call,  and  long  did  I  deny. 
Come,  seek  your  salvation  while  Jesus  is  waiting — 

If  ever  his  pardoning  mercy  I  prove, 
Sly  tongue  shall  be  ever  his  goodness  relating, 

Till  I  meet  yoxi  in  glory  with  Jesus  above. 


270 


SONGS. 


320 

Christ's  Blood  Efficacious. 

1  In  the  house  of  King  David  a  fountain  does  spring 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  from  Jesus  our  King; 
This  fountain  flows  sweetly  whenever  applied, 
It  sprang  from  the  body  of  Christ  when  he  died. 

'J  This  fount  was  unclosed  by  the  rude  soldier's  spear; 
The  blood  and  the  water  that  flow'd  for  us  there 
Are  balm  for  the  wounded,  and  health  for  the  sick, 
Are  sight  for  the  blinded,  and  strength  for  the  weak. 

3  If  you  are  distress'd,  and  o'erburden'd  with  sin, 
Come,  wash  in  this  fountain,  and  yon  shall  be  clean: 
All  things  are  provided  for  sinners  undone. 

And  you  are  invited  and  welcome  to  conn*. 

4  Though  Satan  encompass  your  souls  as  a  wall, 
This  well  of  salvation  stands  open  for  all : 
Come,  draw  when  you're  weary,  and  drink  when 

you're  dry, 
It  was  for  the  needy  that  Jesus  did  die, 

5  If  you  are  distressed  with  mountains  of  guilt, 
0 1  wash  in  this  fountain  that  Jesus  hath  spilt; 
You  need  not  go  mourning  for  sin  very  long, 
Believe  in  your  Saviour,  and  sing  the  new  song. 

6  The  song  of  salvation,  it  is  so  divine, 
Music  and  melody  mark  every  line; 

It  was  sung  by  the  Hebrews,  when  freedom  they 

found, 

When  old  Simeon  finds  Jesus,  sweet  praises  abound. 


7  There  is  a  day  coming  in  which  saints  shall  sing 
Sweet  anthems  of  praises  to  Jesua  our  King; 
Then  we  shall  mount  up  from  all  sorrow  and  pain, 
Th<-  kingdom  of  heaven  eternally  gain. 


SONGS. 


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8  0,  sinners,  we're  trav'liug  to  yonder  bright  world, 
From  which,  by  transgression,  the  angels  were 

huii'd; 

Wo  bid  you  a  final,  eternal  farewell, 

Unless  you're  converted  you  will  sink  to  hell. 

9  Awake  then,  O  sinners !  awake  from  your  sin ! 
We're  sorry  to  leave  you;  we  ask  you  again; 
But  if  you  will  slight  us  again  and  again, 

When  God  speaks  your  sentence,  we  must  say  Amen. 

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1  Ye  objects  of  sense  and  enjoyments  of  time, 

Which  oft  have  delighted  my  heart, 
I  soon  shall  exchange  you  for  joys  more  sublime, 
For  joys  that  will  never  depart. 

2  Thou,  lord  of  the  day,  and  thou,  queen  of  the  night, 

To  me  shall  no  longer  be  known, 
I  soon  shall  behold,  with  increasing  delight, 
A  sun  that  will  never  go  down. 

3  Ye  wonderful  orbs,  that  astonish  mine  eyes, 

Your  glories  recede  from  my  sight, 
I  soon  shall  contemplate  more  beautiful  skies, 
And  stars  more  transcendently  bright. 

4  Ye  mountains  and  valleys,  ye  rivers  and  plains., 

Thou  earth,  and  thou  ocean,  adieu  1 
More  permanent  regions,  where  righteousneap 
reigns, 

Present  their  bright  scenes  to  my  view. 

5  My  weeping  relations,  my  brethren  and  friends, 

Whose  souls  are  entwined  with  my  own, 
Adieu  for  the  present,  my  spirit  ascends 
Wh<»re  friendship  immortal  ip  known. 


272 


SONGS. 


6  The  ills  of  transgression  shall  grieve  me  no  more, 

'Midst  foes  I  no  longer  reside, 
My  conflict  with  sin  and  with  sinners  is  o'er, 
With  saints  I  shall  ever  abide. 

7  No  lurking  temptation,  defilement  or  fear, 

Again  shall  disquiet  my  breath, 
In  Jesus'  fair  image  I  soon  shall  appear, 
Forever  ineffably  blest. 

8  Ye  Sabbaths  of  peace,  which  have  been  my  delight, 

And  thou,  sacred  volume  divine, 
Have  guided  my  footsteps  like  stars,  during  night, 
Adieu,  my  conductors  benign. 

9  Thou  tottering  seat  of  disease  and  of  pain, 

Adieu,  my  dissolving  abode, 
I  soon  shall  behold  and  possess  thee  again, 
A  beautiful  building  of  God. 

10  Come,  come,  my  dear  Jesus,  O  come  and  release 

The  soul  thou  hast  bought  with  thy  blood, 
Oh !  quicken  my  flight  to  the  regions  of  peace, 
To  feast  on  the  smiles  of  my  God. 

1  Come  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear, 

Who  're  bound  for  Canaan's  land, 
Take  courage  and  fight  manfully, 

Stand  fast  with  sword  in  hand ; 
Your  Captain  he  has  gone  before, 

The  Father's  only  Son, 
Then  pilgrims  dear,  don't  let  us  fear, 

But  let  us  follow  on. 


SONGS. 


273 


2  Good  morning  brother  traveler, 

Pray  tell  to  me  your  name, 
And  whither  you  are  traveling, 

Likewise  from  whence  you  came  ? 
"  My  name  it  is  Bold  Pilgrim, 

To  Canaan  I  am  bound, 
I'm  from  the  howling  wilderness, 

From  the  enchanted  ground." 

3  Pray  what  is  that  upon  your  head 

Which  shines  so  wondrous  bright, 
Likewise  the  cov'ring  of  your  breast 

So  dazzling  to  my  sight ; 
What  kind  of  shoes  are  these  you  wear, 

On  which  you  boldly  stand  ? 
What  is  the  shining  instrument 

You  hold  in  your  right  hand  V 

4  "  'Tis  a  glorious  hope  upon  my  head, 

LTpon  my  breast  a  shield, 
With  this  blight  sword  I  mean  to  fight 

Until  I  win  the  field. 
My  feet  are  shod  with  gospel  grace, 

On  which  I  boldly  stand  ; 
I  mean  to  fight  until  I  die, 

And  gain  fair  Canaan's  land." 

5  You'd  better  stay  with  me,  young  man, 

And  give  your  journey  o'er; 
Your  Captain  is  far  out  of  sight, 

You'll  see  his  face  no  more ; 
My  name  is  old  Apollyon, 

These  lands  belong  to  me, 
And  for  your  arms  and  pilgrim's  dress, 

I'll  give  them  all  to  thee. 
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SONGS. 


<5  "  O  no,"  says  the  bold  pilgrim. 

Your  offers  I  disdain ; 
A  glittering  crown  of  glory 

I  shortly  shall  obtain ; 
If  I  shall  hold  out  faithful 

Unto  my  Lord's  commands, 
I  shortly  shall  be  heir  with  him, 

To  Canaan's  fruitful  lands." 

7  Behold,  the  mantled  tower  shines 

Around  with  glitt'ring  gold, 
My  fair  inheritance  above 

I  now  by  faith  behold ; 
I  smell  the  fruit,  I  see  the  trees, 

Behold  how  thick  they  stand ! 
Fly  up,  my  soul,  improve  the  galo 

That  blows  to  Canaan's  land 

8  Sweet  rivers  of  salvation 

From  Canaan's  land  do  roll, 
Bright  beams  of  dazzling  glory 

Illuminate  my  soul ; 
These  pond'rous  crowns  of  glory 

All  set  with  diamonds  bright, 
And  there  my  loving  Saviour  stands 

Who  is  my  heart's  delight. 

9  Come,  then,  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear, 

Fresh  courage  take  from  me, 
And  hearken,  while  I  tell  you  how 

I  came  this  land  to  see : 
Through  Christ,  the  glorious  telescope, 

I  view  those  worlds  above, 
And  God,  my  Father,  dress'd  in  smiles 

Which  fills  my  soul  with  love. 


S  0  N  G  s  . 


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323 

Canaan's  Happy  Ground. 

1  The  people  called  Christians, 

How  many  tales  they  tell 
About  the  land  of  Canaan, 

Where  saints  and  angels  dwell ; 
But  sin,  that  dreadful  ocean, 

Encompasses  them  round. 
While  its  tide  still  divides 

Them  from  Canaan's  happy  ground. 

2  Thousands  are  impatient 

To  find  their  passage  through, 
And  with  united  vigor 

Have  tried  what  they  could  do : 
But  vessels  built  by  human  skill, 

Have  never  sail'd  so  far, 
Till  they're  found  run  aground, 

On  some  dreadful  sandy  bar. 

3  The  everlasting  gospel 

Has  launch'd  the  deep  at  last, 
Behold  the  sails  suspended 

Around  her  tow'ring  mast, 
Around  her  decks,  in  order, 

The  joyful  sailors  stand. 
Crying,  O  !  here  we  go 

To  Immanuel's  happy  land. 

4  We're  now  on  the  wide  ocean, 

We  bid  them  all  farewell, 
But  where  we  shall  cast  anchor 
No  mortal  tongue  can  tell ; 


276 


SONGS. 


About  our  future  happiness 

There  need  be  no  debate, 
While  we  ride  on  the  tide, 

With  our  Captain  and  his  Mate. 

5  We're  passengers,  united 

In  harmony  and  love, 
The  wind  all  in  our  favor, 

How  joyfully  we  move ; 
Though  troubles  may  surround  us, 

And  raging  billows  roar, 
We  will  sweep  through  the  deep 

Till  we  land  on  Canaan's  shore. 

3^4  L-  M. 

The  Good  Old  Way. 

1  Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends ; 

Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way, 
And  I'll  sing  hallelujah. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory, 

If  we  but  watch  and  strive  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way, 
O  halle  O  hallelujah. 

3  O  good  old  way !  how  sweet  thou  art, 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart, 
But  may  our  actions  always  say, 

"  We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way," 
0  halle  0  hallelujah. 


SONGS. 


277 


4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ, 
Our  happy  prospects  to  destroy, 

Yet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way, 
O  halle  O  hallelujah. 

5  And  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  view,  by  faith,  the  promis'd  land, 
Then'  we  may  sing  and  shout  and  pray, 
And  march  along  the  good  old  way, 

0  halle  O  hallelujah. 

(>  Ye  valient  souls  for  heaven  contend, 
Remember  glory's  at  the  end ; 
Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way, 
O  halle  O  hallelujah. 

7  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 
We'll  meet  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gain'd  the  day 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way, 
O  halle  ()  hallelujah. 

1  Rejoice,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King ; 
Let  all  prepare  to  take  him  in ; 

Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing, 
And  all  the  world  with  praises  ring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

2  O  may  the  saints  of  every  name 
Unite  to  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb ; 
May  jars  and  discords  cease  to  flame, 
And  all  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


278 


SONGS. 


3  I  long  to  see  the  Christians  join 
In  union  sweet,  and  peace  divine. 
When  every  church  v/ith  grace  shall  shine, 
And  grow  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

4  O  may  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 

And  mourners  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice, 
While  songs  of  praise  each  tongue  employ, 
And  all  obtain  immortal  joy, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

5  Come  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 
Come,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me  V 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see, 
And  shout  with  me  eternally, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

6  Come,  who  will  march  to  win  the  prize 
And  take  the  kingdom  in  the  skies, 
Where  love  and  union  never  dies, 

But  always  flows  through  Paradise  V 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

7  My  soul  grows  happy  while  I  sing ; 
I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing ; 

I'll  shout  salvation  to  my  King, 
'Till  I  to  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 
And  there  we'll  give  hiin  glory. 

8  Those  beauteous  fields  of  living  green 
Through  faith,  the  telescope,  are  seen ; 
Though  Jordan's  billows  roll  between, 
We  soon  shall  cross  the  narrow  stream, 

And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 


SONGS. 


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9  A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  woe, 
A  few  more  suff 'ring  scenes  below, 
And  then  to  Jesus  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 
4        And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

10  The  rose  and  lilly  there  shall  stand, 
In  holy  bloom,  at  God's  right  hand : 
O,  how  I  long  for  Canaan's  land, 
And  there  to  join  the  shouting  band, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

1  O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above ; 

It  bears  on  eagle's  wings ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me,  for  some  moments,  f east 

With  Jesus'  priest  and  king. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope 

I  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below : 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow. 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favor'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  every  blessing  bless'd ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteousness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace 

And  everlasting  rest. 


280 


SONGS. 


4  O  that  I  might  at  once  go  up, 

N  o  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess ! 
This  moment  end  may  legal  years, 
Sorrows  and  sins,  and  doubts  and  fears, 
A  howling  wilderness. 

5  Now,  O  my  Jesus,  bring  me  in, 
Cast  out  thy  foes ;  the  inbred  sin, 

The  carnal  mind  remove ; 
The  purchase  of  thy  death  divine ; 
And  O  !  with  all  the  sanctified, 

Give  me  a  lot  of  love  ! 

Watch  and  Pray. 

1  Dear  people,  we  have  met  to  day 
To  hear,  to  preach,  to  sing  and  pray, 
It  is  the  Father's  great  command, 
The  way  that  leads  to  his  right  hand. 

2  Then  let  our  hearts  to  him  incline. 
For  we  must  die  in  a  short  time, 

And  then  forever  we  must  dwell 
With  him,  or  in  the  flames  of  hell. 

3.  Arise,  arise,  I'm  going  home, 
Away  to  New  Jerusalem, 
Saying  "  Gabriel  go,  pronounce  the  sound, 
Awake  ye  nations  under  ground." 

4  The  blooming  youth  all  in  their  prime, 
Are  counting  on  the  length  of  time, 
They'll  often  say  'tis  their  intent, 
}Vhen  they  get  older,  to  repent. 


SONGS. 


281 


5  The  aged  sinners  will  not  turn, 

Their  hearts  are  hard,  they  will  not  mourn; 
Much  harder  than  the  flinty  rock ; 
They  will  not  break,  though  Jesus  knock. 

6  Good  God !  what  groans,  what  solemn  cries 
While  thunder's  roaring  thro1  the  skies — 
Methink  I  heard  some  children  say, 

"  I  never  heard  my  parents  pray. 

7  See  sinners  sinking  to  despair; 

Hear  Christians  shouting  through  the  air ; 
How  happy  will  they  be  that  day 
Who  in  this  world  did  watch  and  pray. 

1  Ye  happy  children,  who  follow  Jesus 

Into  the  house  of  prayer  and  praise, 
Who  are  join'd  in  union,  while  love  increases, 

Resolved  this  way  to  spend  your  days; 
Although  we're  hated  by  the  world  and  Satan, 

And  flesh,  such  as  know  not  God, 
Yet  happy  moments  and  joyful  seasons 

We  ofttimes  find  on  Canaan's  road. 

2  Though  oft  assaulted  by  sore  temptations, 

We'll  keep  our  great  high  Priest  in  view, 
Our  Jesus  traveled  through  tribulations, 

And  he  will  brjng  his  people  through: 
Through  hell,  with  all  its  frightful  legions, 

Oppose  our  way,  and  round  us  roar, 
Fear  not,  we'll  gain  those  peaceful  regions, 

And  shout  on  Canaan's  happy  shore. 


282 


SONGS. 


3  While  we've  been  waiting  on  loving  Jesus, 

We've  felt  some  streams  coming  from  above ; 
Our  hearts  have  burned  with  holy  rapture, 

We  long  to  be  absolved  in  love: 
Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  is  given, 

And  trust  in  God  for  time  to  come: 
Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heaven, 

So,  farewell  brethren,  I'm  going  home. 

i  On  Zion's  holy  celestial  mountain, 

I  hope  again  to  meet  you  all; 
To  bathe  in  love's  eternal  fountain, 

And  around  the  throne  divine,  to  fall; 
Sweetly  united  to  one  another, 

When  to  our  Father's  house  we  come; 
There's  loving  Jesus,  our  elder  brother  ; 

So,  come  my  brethren,  let's  hasten  home; 

5  But,  as  we  go,  let  us  praise  our  Jesus, 

And  pray  for  those  that  spurn  his  grace, 
That  they  may  taste  love's  richest  treasuren. 

And  live  to  see  God's  smiling  face; 
"Sow  here's  my  hand,  and  my  best  wishes, 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love — 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus, 

So,  farewell  brethren,  we'll  meet  above. 

329  »* 

The  Dying  Christian  in  a  Happy  Frame. 

1  My  soul's  full  of  glory,  inspiring  my  tongue; 
Could  I  meet  with  bright  angels,  I'd  sing  them  a 
song; 

I'd  sing  of  my  Jesus,  and  tell  of  his  charms, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me  to  his  loving  arms* 


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2  O  Jesus 1  sweet  Jesus !  thou  balm  of  my  soul, 
Twas  thou,  my  dear  Saviour,  that  made  my  heart 
whole : 

0  briug  me  to  view  thee,  thou  precious,  sweet  King ! 
In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 

y  0  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  how  charming  the  word ! 

1  long  to  be  rising  to  meet  my  dear  Lord ; 
Descend,  blessed  spirit,  and  lend  me  your  wings, 
I  fly  to  my  Jesu3,  the  King  of  all  lriugs. 


i  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  overpowers  my  soul, 
I  sink  in  sweet  vision  to  view  the  bright  goal; 
My  soul,  while  I'm  singing,  is  leaping  to  go 
This  moment,  for  heaven  I'd  leave  all  below.  * 

5  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren;  my  Lord  bids  me 

come ; 

Farewell  to  all  sorrow,  I'm  now  going  home, 
Though  worms  my  poor  body  may  claim  as  their 
P^ey, 

'Twill  outshine,  when  rising,  the  sun  at  noon  day. 

6  The  sun  shall  be  darken'd,the  moon  turned  to  blood, 
The  mountains  all  melt  at  the  presence  of  God: 
Amid  vivid  lightening,  and  thunders  loud  rOar, 
We'll  ascend  to  sweet  Jesus,  tr>  praise  and  adore, 

7  My  Mends,  I  am  going,  but  what  do  I  see ! 
Tis  Jesus,  in  glory,  appears  unto  me — 

To  heaven,  to  heaven  I'm  going — I'm  gone — 
O  glory  !  O  glory !  'tis  done — it  i.s  done  ! 

1  There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stay'd 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there, 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 


284 


SONGS. 


CHORUS. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  Father's  land, 
By  faith  its  delights  I  explore, 

Come  favor  my  flight  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 

A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode, 
The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell, 
For  there  is  the  palace  of  God. 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 

Who  suffered  and  worship'd  with  me, 
Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne 
The  King,  in  his  beauty  they  see. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live 

Where  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er, 
A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 

331      7>  e>  8»  8>  8>  °- 

1  Where  are  the  Hebrew  children  ? 

Safe  in  the  promised  land. 
Though  the  furnace  flam'd  around  them, 
God,  while  in  their  troubles,  found  them, 
He  with  love  and  mercy  bound  them, 

Safe  in  the  promised  land. 

2  Where  are  the  twelve  apostles  V 

Safe  in  the  promised  land. 
They  went  up  through  pain  and  sighing, 
Scoffing,  scourging,  crucifying, 
Nobly  for  their  Master  dying, 

Safe  in  the  promised  land. 


SONGS. 


285 


3  Where  are  the  holy  Martyrs  ? 

Safe  in  the  promised  land. 
They  went  up  through  flaming-  fire, 
Trusting  in  their  great  Messiah, 
Who  by  grace  will  raise  them  higher, 

Safe  in  the  promised  land. 

4  Where  are  the  holy  Christians  ? 

Safe  in  the  promised  land. 
Those  who've  wash'd  their  robes,  and  made  them 
White  and  spotless  pure,  and  laid  them, 
Where  no  earthly  stains  can  fade  them, 

Safe  in  the  promised  land. 

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Beautiful  River. 

1  Way  down  in  the  beautiful  valley, 
Where  love  crowns  the  meek  and  lowly, 
Where  loud  streams  of  envy  and  folly, 

Shall  roll  on  their  billows  in  vain. 

cnouus. 

Oh  there,  there  the  Lord  will  deliver, 
And  souls  drink  of  this  beautiful  river 
Which  flows  fre,e  forever  and  ever, 
And  lov'd  one's  shall  ever  remain, 

2  The  low  soul  in  humble  subjection 
Shall  here  find  unshaken  protection, 
The  soft  gales  of  cheering  reflection, 

The  mind  soothed  from  sorrow  and  pain. 

3  This  low  vale  is  far  from  contention, 
Where  no  souls  can  dream  of  dissension, 
Nor  dark  wilds  of  evil  invention 

Can  find  out  this  region  of  peace. 


286 


S  ON  GS. 


4  Come  drop,  drop  the  tear  of  contrition, 
And  yield  to  the  spirits  direction. 
Come  make  this  noble  confession, 
And  die  with  your  Saviour  also. 

333        f>-  ^f* 

Pure  Testimony. 

1  The  pure  testimony  put  forth  in  the  Spirit, 

Cuts  like  a  keen  two-edged  sword, 
And  hypocrites  now  are  surely  tormented 

Because  they're  condemned  by  the  word. 
The  pure  testimony  discovers  the  dross, 
While  wicked  professors  make  light  of  the  cross. 
And  Babylon  trembles  for  fear  of  the  loss. 

2  Is  riot  the  time  come  for  the  church  to  be  gather'd 

Into  the  one  Spirit  of  God? 
Baptized  in  one  spirit  into  the  one  body, 

Partaking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood. 
They  drink  in  one  spirit  which  makes  them  all  see 
They're  one  in  Christ  Jesus  wherever  they  be, 
The  Jew  and  tho  Gentile— the  bond  and  free. 


3  Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testimony. 

And  let  the  world  hear  it  again ; 
O  come  ye  fr^m  Babylon,  Egypt,  and  Sodom, 

And  make  your  way  over  the  plain. 
Then  gird  on-your  armor,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
And  he  will  direct  you  by  his  loving  word — 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  like  a  sword. 


4  The  world  will  not  persecute  those  who  are  like  to 
them, 

But  held  the  same  as  their  own, 
The  pure  testimony  and  vile  persecution 

Will  call  you,  your  life  to  lay  down — 
Come  out  from  the  spirit  and  practices  too, 
The  tract  of  the  Saviour  O  keep  in  full  view— 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  its  way  through. 


SOUGH. 


287 


5  The  battle  is  coming  between  the  two  kingdoms. 

The  army  will  gather  around, 
The  pure  testimony  cries  up  separation, 

And  calls  you,  your  lives  to  lay  down. 
Then  wash  all  your  robes  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
And  walk  in  the  spirit  as  Jesus  has  done, — 
In  the  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 

334:  «■  »•  12.  9. 

1  What  a  mercy,  a  mercy  is  this, 
What  a  mercy,  a  mercy  is  this, 
What,  a  mercy  is  this,  what  a  heaven  of  bliss 
Jesus  died  to  redeem  a  lost  race. 


2  What  will,  O  what  will  become  of  me, 
What  will,  O  what  will  become  of  mo, 
What  will  become  of  me  if  death  approaches  me— 
If  my  Saviour 's  not  found  in  my  heart. 

8  'Tis  awful,  'tis  awful  to  relate— 
'Tis  awful,  'tis  awful  to  relate, 
'Tis  awful  to  relate  if  death  should  be  my  fat''., 
If  my  Saviour 's  not  found  in  my  heart. 


4  But  wo  hope,  and  we  hope  to  meet  again, 
But  we  hope,  and  we  hope  to  meet  again, 
But  we  hope  to  meet  again,  for  dying  is  but  gain, 
If  my  Saviour  is  found  in  myjieart. 


5  now  cheering,  how  cheering  to  the  mind, 
How  cheering,  how  cheering  to  the  mind, 

How  cheering  to  the  minds  of  the  friends  I  leave 
behind, 

If  my  Saviour  is  found  in  my  heart. 

6  There  is  peace,  there  is  sweet  peace  within, 
There  is  peace,  there  is  sweet  peace  within, 
There  is  sweet  peace  within,  'tis  the  pardon  of  my  sin  s 

If  my  Saviour  is  found  in  my  heart. 


288 


SONGS. 


7  Adieu,  and  adieu  unto  you  all, 
Adieu,  and  adieu  unto  you  all, 
Adieu  unto  you  all,  for  my  Saviour  doth  me  call, 
And  has  promised  to  meet  me  anew. 


335 


P.  M. 


1  The  Jews  crucified  him,  the  Jews  crucified  him, 
The  Jews  crucified  him  and  they  nail'd  to  the  cross. 

He  arose — Jesus  rose. — 
He  arose  and  went  to  heaven  through  the  clouds. 

m 

2  Joseph  begged  the  body,  0  Joseph  begged  the  body, 
0  Joseph  begged  the  body,  and  he  laid  it  in  the  tomb, 

He  arose — Jesus  rose- 
He  arose  and  went  to  heaven  tlirough  the  clouds. 

3  Mary  came  a  weeping,  O  Mary  came  a  weeping, 
0  Mary  came  a  weeping  to  6eek  her  Lord, 

He  arose — Jesus  rose — 
He  arose  and  went  to  heaven  through  the  clouds. 

4  The  grave  could  not  hold  him,  the  grave  could  not 

hold  him, 

The  grave  could  not  hold  him,  for  he  burst  the  band 
of  death, 

He  arose — Jesus  rose — 
He  arose  and  went  to  heaven  through  the  clouds. 

5  Go  tell  my  disciples,  go  tell  my  disciples, 

Go  tell  my  disciples  that  I've  risen  from  the  tomb, 

He  arose — Jesus  rose — 
He  arose  and  went  to  heaven  through  the  clouds. 


6  He  gave  them  their  commission,  he  gave  them  their 
commission, 

He  gave  them  their  commission  to  let  his  work  be 
known, 

He  arose — Jeexis  rose — 
He  arose  and  went  to  heaven  through  the  clouds. 


336 


SONGS. 
11.  8. 


289 


The  While  Pilgrim. 

1  I  come  to  the  place  where  the  white  pilgrim  lay, 
And  pensively  stood  by  his  tomb, 
When  in  a  low  whisper  I  heard  something  say, 
"  How  sweetly  I  sleep  here  alone. 

i  "The  tempest  may  roar  and  the  loud  thunder  roll, 
And  gath'ring  storms  may  arise, 
Yot  calm  are  my  feelings,  at  rest  is  my  soul, 
The  ^ecra  aro  all  wip'd  from  my  eyc3. 

3  44  The  cares  oi  my  Master  propel'd  me  from  homo, 

I  bid  my  companions  farewell, 
I  left  my  sweet  children,  who  for  me  do  mourn, 
In  far  distant  regions,  to  dwell. 

4  "  I  wander'd  an  exile,  a  stranger  below, 

To  publish  salvation  abroad, 
The  trump  of  the  gospel  endeav'ring  to  blow, 
Inviting  poor  winners  to  God. 

4  "And  wlun  among  strangers.and  far  from  my  home, 
No  kindred  or  relative  nigh, 
I  met  the  contagion,  and  sank  to  tho  tomb, 
My  spirit  ascended  on  high. 

fi  "Go  tell  my  companions  and  relatives  dear, 
To  weep  not  for  me,  though  I'm  gone, 

Th«  same  hand  that  led  me  through  scenes  dark  nnd  dr«Mr 

Has  kindly  assisted  me  home." 
19 


2D0 


S  O  N  0  S 


337 

Hopes  of  Heaven  Drowns  Cares  on 
Earth.  Heb.  xiii.  11. 

1  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here;" 

This  may  distress  the  worldling's  mind; 
But  should  not  cost  the  saint  a  tear, 
Who  hopes  a  better  rest  to  find. 

CHORUS. 

Our  span  oi  life  will  soon  be  o'er  j 
And  time,  with  us,  will  be  no  more ; 
Since  H own  to  Christ,  our  souls  to  save, 
We  have  a  hope  beyond  the  grave. 

2  "  We've  no  abiding  city  here;" — 

Sad  truth,  were  this  to  be  our  home ; 
But  let  this  thought  our  spirits  cheer, 
"  We  seek  a  city  yet  to  come." 

Chorus. 

3  u  We've  no  abiding  city  here," — 

Then  let  us  live  as  pilgrims  do ; 
Let  not  the  world  our  rest  appear, 
But  let  us  haste  from  all  below. 

Chorus-. 

4  "  W e've  no  abiding  city  here;" — 

We  seek  a  city  out  of  sight : 
Zion  it's  name — we'll  soon  be  there  — 
It  shines  with  everlasting  light. 

Chorus. 

5  Zion  !  Jehovah  is  her  strength ; 

Secure  she  smiles  at  all  her  foes ; 
And  weary  travelers,  at  length 
Within  her  sacred  walls  repose. 

Chorus. 


G  O  sweet  abode  of  peace  and  love  ! 
Where  pilgrims,  freed  from  toil,  arc  blest  ; 
I  lad  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  fly  awa}%  and  be  at  rest. 

Chorus. 

7  But  hush,  my  soul,  nor  dare  repine  ; 
The  time  my  God  appoints  is  best : 
While  here  to  do  his  will,  be  mine, 
And  his  to  fix  my  time  of  rest. 

Chorus. 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


TIig  figures  refer  to  Qxe  pagea  ol  the-  book. 


A  charge  to  keep  I  have   42 

Afflicted  saints  to  Christ  draw  near  . . .  245 
Afflictions,  though  they  seem  sovere  . .  209 

Ah  me,  I'm  never  well  but  when  103 

Ah  1  what  can  I,  a  sinner  do   83 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed   29 

Almighty  maker  of  my  frame  103 

Amazing  grace !  how  sweet  the  sound . .  70 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  crass   52 

And  am  I  born  to  die  171 

And  must  this  body  die  1 74 

And  are  wo  yet  alive   19 

And  let  our  bodies  part   20 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought ...  46 

And  did  the  holy  and  the  just   73 

And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have   91 

And  have  I  measured  half  my  days   94 

And  will  the  Judge  descend   109 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail   119 

Another  six  days  work  is  done   92 

Another  day  is  past   192 

Anxious,  I  strove  to  find  the  way   87 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat   30 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise   78 

Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers   138 

As  Lot  bid  his  city  adieu   101 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord. . . .  160 
Awake  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue  234 


T  A  B  I,  E    O  V 


Awake  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays   1  03 

Awake,  my  drowsy  friends,  awake   120 

13c -still  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares. .  116 

13ehold  the  wretch  whose  lust  and  wine  85 

Behold,  how  sinners  disagree   DO 

Behold  the  boms,. the  heirs  of  God   107 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace   141 

Behold  the  morning  sun   183 

Bestow,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth. . .  112 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see. ...  88 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow   22 

Bold  soldiers  all,  on  you  1  call   123 

Brethren  I  bid  you  all  farewell   216 

(..'aim  on  the  Unfiling  car  of  night   72 

Children  of  the  heavenly  king   38 

Chief  shepherd  of  thy  chosen  sheep. . .  1D5 

Come  all  ye  weary  travelers   217 

Come  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  dear. . .  272 

Come  child rt  i i .  1  earn  to  fear  the  Lord . .  98 

Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast. .  134 

Come  friends  and  relations,  let's,  &e. . .  203 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue . .  37 

Come  on,  my  brethren  In  the  Lord   301 

Come,  ()  thou  traveler  unknown   32 

Come,  sinnora  to  the  gospel  feast   23 

Come  to  the  glorious  gospel  feast   120 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing   44 

Come  ye  disconsolate  where'er,  &.c   25 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy   257 

Come  ye  sinners,  come  to  Jesus'   105 

Come  ye  dhat  fear  the  Lord  , .  240 

Come  ye  that  Joye  the  Lord. . . ,   42 


F  i  R.ST    LINKS'.  2U5 

I  )ark  and  thorny  is  the  desert . '.   202 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders   364 

Dear  friends  farewell,  I  do  yon  tell.  .  .  .  24S 

Dear  people  we  have  met  to-day   280 

Dear  Lord,  and  has  thy  pardoning  blood  153 

Dearest  Lord  thou  hast  commanded. . .  215 

Death  cannot  make  my  soul  afraid,  ...  130 

Death,  'tis  a  melancholy  day   98 

Destruction's  dismal  road   121 

Did  Christ  the  great  example  lead   168 

Disrobed  of  all  his  heavenly  dress   164 

]  )own  to  the  water's  side   150 

Dread  Sovereign!  let  my  evening  song  189 

Drooping  saints  n<">  hmger  grieve   20") 

Exalt  the  Lord  our  God   75 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand   5>5 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known.;   16 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss  106 

Father,  in  whom  wo  livo;   5 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee. ...  141 

Father,  we  bow  before  thy  throne   178 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren.  &c   238 

Farewell  my  dear  kindred,'* &c   220 

For  ever  here  my  rest  shall  1k^.   35 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows.  .  .  .">; 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise.  ...  21"> 
Friends  and  physicians  'cannot  save.  . 254 

Gaze  on,  spectators,  while  we  show.  . .  155 
Go  preach  my  gospel  saith  the  Lord. . .  18 
Good  is  the  Lord,  the  hcaveuly  King*. .  54 
Grace !  'tis  a  charming  sound   SO 


296  T  A  It  I,  £  OF 

Guide  us,  O  thou  Great  Jehovah  .. .  99 

Hail !  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. . .  6 

Hail  the  day  that  see  him  rise   11 

Hail  thou  long  expected  Jesus   72 

Hail  thou  blest  morn,  when  the,  &c. ...  212 
Hail,  great  Creator,  wise  and  good. . .  64 
Hark !  from  the  tombe  a  doleful  sound  176 

Hark,  listen  to  the  trumpeters  234 

Hark  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord   34 

Hasten,  O  sinners,  to  be  wise   81 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation  221 

Here  at  thy  table,  Lord  we  meet  159 

His  death  we  mourn  who  lately  stood . .  179 

Hither  we  come,  our  dearest  Lord  152 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear   17 

How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints,  &c. . .  208 
How  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work. . .  151 

Gow  great,  how  terrible  that  God  109 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace  227 

How  lost  was  my  condition  110 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond,  &c. . .  204 
How  rich  thy  bounty,  King  of  kings. .  18 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. .  132 
How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours . . .  236 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  139 

How  happy,  how  joyful,  &c   24 

I  come  to  the  place  where  the  white,  &c.  289 

I  hear  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound  262 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  230 

I  love  to  see  the  Lord  below   58 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  140 

I  want,  a  change  to  feel , ,   146 


FIRS  T    LINES.  297 

I  would  not  live  ahvay ;  I  ask  not  to  stay  50 

I'v  sailed  over  the  ocean,  I've  &c   100 

If  God  so  loved  our  race   144 

If  you  would  win  a  soul  to  God   190 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways   150 

Tn  lands  strange  and  distant,  &c   100 

In  pleasure  sweot,  here  we  do  meet. . .  155 

In  such  a  grave  as  this   153 

In  the  sun,  and  moon  and  stars   97 

In  the  house  of  king*  David,  &c   270 

Indulgent  God  whose  bounteous  care. .  102 

Indulgent  Father,  by  whose  care   188 

Indulgent  Lord  !  my  heart  would  raise.  117 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken   131 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be   101 

Jesus  invites  his  saints   156 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul   31 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  has  gone   31 

Jesus,  ©ur  soul's  delightful  choice   107 

Jeaus,  Redeemer,  Saviour,  Lord   27 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend   127 

Jesus,  the  Lord  who  groan'd  and  died. .  105 

Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above   01 

Jesus,  we  love  thy  name   132 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee   G2 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home   223 

Know  then,  that  every  one  is  free.  ...  118 

Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain   336 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend   135 

Let  me  alone  another  year   51 

Let  strife  forever  reasf*.  .   14ft 

20 


298 


T  A  B  Ij  K    O  F 


Lot  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake  I  d» 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear  

Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost  (■ 

Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains   ^ 

Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go   a 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thon  shalt  hear  a 
Lord,  teach  thy  servants  how  to  pray  & 
Lord,  thon  hast  searched  and  seen,  &  s 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  i  4 

Lif t  up  your  hearts  !  »fcc. . . 
Loving  Jesus,  gentle  Lamb 

My  bams  are  full,  my  stores  increase  1  r 
My  brethren,  farewell,  we  part,  iVc. .  . 
My  christian  friends,  in  bonds  of  love. 
My  conscious  guilt  is  now  so  great.  . . 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  ifcc. . 

My  former  hopes  are  dead  

My  gracious  God  has  brought  me  thr( 
My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise. 

My  heart  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou.  . . 

My  sorrows,  like  a  flood.  

My  sovd,  be  on  thy  guard  .  

My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight.  . . . 
My  soul's  full  of  glory,  inspiring,  <fcc. . 
My  soul  shall  praise  thee,  O  my  God. 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came. .  .  . 
No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock . . . 

Not  the  malicious  nor  profane  

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  

Now  from  the  altar  of  onr  hearts  

Now  i«  t.ho  nrropte<3  timp  


F  I  R  9  T    L  I  N  K  S  .  299 

,  the  shades  of  night  are  gone   182 

.  38  the  Lord  m  v  soul   75 

,  Id  my  soul  this  morning  rise  184 

,  a  closer  walk  with  God   34 

t,  a  glance  of  heavenly  day   84 

f,  a  heart  to  praise  my  God i  37 
I  a  taste  of  life  divine  145 


j  1  of  mercy  hear  my  call   307 

1,  our  help  in  ages  past   45 

1,  my  heart  with  love  inflame.  . . .  331 

•ions  hope  of  perfect  love   279 

1  love  the  holy  word    114 

r  happy  arc  they   250 

•py  time,  long  waited  for   203 

us,  may  we  praise  thy  name   191 

us,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou,  &c.  244 

d,  in  mercy  spare   53 

d  our  God,  how  wondrous  graat.  GO 

iour  hear  me  when  I  pray   188 

j  I  had  some  humble  place   237 

me  no  more  of  this  world's,  &c. .  255 

i  whose  off ring  on  the  tree   10 

i  ye,  poor  sinners,  for  why,  &c. .  101 

,t  a  wretched  sinner.  Lord   84 

n  shall  I  see  Jesus   227 

»  will  rise  and  go  with  me   124 

'  poor  sinners  could  but  know. . .  197 

d,  we  build  our  sure  defence ....  71 

rdan's  stormy  banks  I  stand.  ...  48 

nore,  my  soul,  the  rising  day. . .  185 

iys,  alas!  our  mortal  days   172 

iavenly  father,  hear   55 


300 


TABLE  OF 


Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair  

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey  

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire  

Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee . . . 

lleligion  is  the  chief  concern  

Kemember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state  

Rejoice,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King. 

Salem's  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name.  . .  . 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound  

Saw  ye  my  Saviour.  Saw  ye  ray  Saviour 

See  how  the  morning  sun  

See  how  the  wicked  kingdom  is,  &c. . . 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending  

Show  pity,  Lord ;  O  Lord  forgive  

Sinners,  exposed  to  dreadful  woe  

Since  I  have  placed  my  trust  in  God . . . 

Stoop  down  my  thoughts  that,  &c  

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love  

That  doleful  night,  before  his  death  157, 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come  

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high . . 

The  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief  

The  chariot !  the  chariot !  its,  &c  

The  day  is  past  and  gone  

The  day  of  Christ,  the  day  of  God  

The  eye  of  God  is  everywhere  

The  fields  are  all  white,  and  the,  &c. . . 

The  grave  is  now  a  favor'd  spot  

The  great  archangel's  trump,  &c  

The  Jews  crucified  him,  the  Jews,  &c. 
The  glorious  light  of  Zion  


FIRST    LINES.  301 

i  King  of  Heaven  his  table  spreads  162 

3  Lord  is  the  fountain  of,  &c  219 

3  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all   67 

3  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might  69 

3  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light   15 

3  Lord  is  risen  indeed   11 

e  pure  testimony  put  forth,  &c  386 

e  true  Messiah  now  appears   74 

ee  we  adore.  Eternal  name  170 

e  people  called  Christians  275 

ere  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood. . .  9 

ere  is  a  land  of  pure  delight   48 

ere's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light  67 

ere  is  a  school  on  earth  begun  229 

ere  is  a  place  where  my  hopes,  &c . .  283 
is  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love. ...  77 

I  is  is  the  feast  of  heavenly  wine  159 

(is  do  in  memory  of  your  friend   160 

j'.is  is  the  day  when  Christ  arose   182 

lis  morning  let  my  praise  arise  187 

lis  spirit  breathes  upon  the  word. . . .  113 

iu8  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on  194 

iou  Son  of  God  whose  naming  eyes. .  25 
lough  sultry  climes  and  deserts  wide .  199 
uts  said  the  Lord,  The  spacious  fields  77 

ly  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord  181 

ly  word  commands  our  liesh  to  dust.  109 

is  finished,  the  Messiah  dies   8 

is  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow. ...  74 

is  my  desire  with  God  to  walk  160 

)-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice  246 

)  God  your  every  want   41 

)  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes   70 

)  keep  the  lamp  alive   1 17 


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To  Jesus  our  exalted  Lord  It  I 

To  leave  my  dear  friends,  &c   2^  1 

To  thy  temple  wo  repair   (it 

'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night. .  ■! 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu   |j 

Vain  man  tli}'  fond  pursuits  forbear. . .  }| 

Wake  up,  my  muse,  condole  the  loss. .  If  ! 

Watchman  tell  us  of  the  night   |l  i 

Way  down  in  the  beautiful  valley          3v*  i 

We've  no  abiding  city  here   21  i 

We've  found  the  rock  the  trav'lers  cried  2f  ( 

What  doth  the  Ladder  mean   !l  J 

What  a  mercy,  mercy  is  this  2J  s 

What  lovely  band  is  this  I  see    1.' 

What  poor  despised  company   l!  i 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away  j§ U 

When  converts  first  begin  to  sing   21  d 

When  1  survej  the  wondrous  cross.  . . . 

When  I  c.*i)  read  my  title  clear   ! 

When  J  cm  is  Christ  was  here  below.  ..  1< 
AVhen  life's  tempestuous  storms  arc  o'er  2 
When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past. .  ! 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again  2: 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  &c.  .  ! 

AVhile  in  !,!io  agonies  of  death  

While  shepherds  watched  their,  &c. . .  f. 

While  others  their  salvation  rest   1- 

While  thee  \  seek,  protecting  power.  . 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. .  1 
AVhy  should  the  children  of  a  king.  ...  1 

"Where  are  the  Hebrew  children  % 

With  thee,  great  God,  the  stores  of  light  l! 


V  I II  g  T    LINKS.  303 

tk  sacred  joy  we  lift  our  eyes   59 

th  gladness,  dear  brethren,  &  s  ....  213 
bh  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  64 
Ithin  thy  house,  O  Lord.  \  . .  62 

blooming-  youth  1  pray  give  ear.  . .'.  251 

brethren,  who  profess  the  Lord.  . .  .  211 

fleeting  charms  of  earth,  farewell. .  95 

hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm.  .  94 

lovers  of  pleasure  thai,  slighted,  &c.  269 

messengers  of  Christ   107 

nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice.  . .  58 

objects  of  sense,  &c   271 

pilgrims  that  are  wand'ring  home. ,  253 

saints,  attend  the  Saviour's  voice. .  225 

wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor. . .  161 

happy  children  who  follow  Jesus.  . .  281 

;,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee   200 

ing  people  nil  attention  give   242 


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